October 11th, 2005diabolical dreams
I’ve had the craziest dreams all weekend. The kind where you wake up and remember every single detail with crystal clear clarity. The kind where the rest of your day is colored by the disturbing events that occurred while you were sleeping.
I hate that.
In the first, there was some sort of massive explosion that changed the face of the world (I said they were crazy). Many survived, but we were living in a ghost-like city, and those in charge were doing a piss-poor job. I went off on my own with someone—not entirely clear who—and then we were getting flashlights from off the street—under several feet of water. At some point my cats were in this dream… they were staying at a hotel that I had been staying at before the explosion. After it, I went back for them (they were fine… hi, they are my cats… very resourceful. 😉 )
In the second, it was Christmas and I had forgotten to get the presents for my family. It was two days before Christmas, then Christmas Eve and I was in a dead panic. (Which is very odd, because I’m the person who has all the Christmas presents purchased before Thanksgiving, normally.)
And now that I’m typing this, I have forgotten the third… last night’s. But it was just as disturbing.
Alright, so here’s the thing… is this because I’m completely off the cigarettes? Four days now and not a one. Is it because I have a new mattress? Or is it because my parents are coming and I am stressed? I don’t know.
But it’s weird.
And I don’t like it.
Often even disturbing dreams can mean relatively positive things, so don’t be too worried insider :). It does seem more likely that your parents arriving have something to do with this as opposed to the fact that you’ve recently given up the fags (yey btw!).
Don’t fret, babe. Just think about what the different things might represent.
Comment by Graham — October 11, 2005 @ 3:17 pm
(I fix things… doodoodoo. 😉 )
I know, I know… but it’s highly annoying. And it messes up my morning. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 11, 2005 @ 3:31 pm
Hey, great going on the smokes! Don’t let the crazy dreams discourage you from giving up the ciggies. But, I might ask, why would you give up smoking a week or so before a parental visit? Are you not sabotaging your efforts? Or is that just me and mine?
😉
Comment by ms. mac — October 11, 2005 @ 3:33 pm
It could be worse. You could wake up, discover that they aren’t really dreams and that Santa Claus is not, in fact, real.
That would suck donkey balls.
Comment by Grampa — October 11, 2005 @ 3:34 pm
I think there’s something about autumn that brings out our weird dreaming tendencies. seriously. everyone i know is having epic saga dreams that are semi-disturbing. I liked the way you put it, though–the day being colored by what happens when we’re sleeping. V. nice.
Comment by Moxie — October 11, 2005 @ 3:51 pm
uhm. my guess is that it’s all the above. but dreams are dreams and it’s fun to wake up and go, “wtf?” shrug and go back to sleeping.
Comment by wendykat — October 11, 2005 @ 4:13 pm
Ms. Mac… lol. It does make it difficult, I will say. But they don’t know I smoke… so you see, I have to. Normally I’m just a one or two a day kinda girl, but even that’s too many when they are here.
Grampa—he’s not?! WTF?!
Moxie—So you too, hmm? And thanks. 🙂
Wendy… no, no, no. I wake up, hit the alarm, go back to sleep and then I have the dreams. So when I wake up again, I absolutely have to. And they are very fresh.
Comment by the insider — October 11, 2005 @ 4:54 pm
ahh…i don’t mind my dreams so much (except the ones that make me weep in my sleep though to be honest i don’t remember what they are about and i don’t even know i’m doing it until someone wakes me up very concerned)…
what i do hate, is being woken up at 6:30am on a SUNDAY because the kid next door likes to listen to the radio too effing loud… but the man used his english karate and contained my fist of death that was aimed at the wall as soon as i was roused from my peaceful slumber. i was quite impressed.
Comment by wendykat — October 11, 2005 @ 5:13 pm
My landlord does woodworking in the room below me every Saturday morning, starting at 6AM. Drives me batshit crazy.
So the man’s the shit, hmm? 😉
Comment by the insider — October 11, 2005 @ 5:18 pm
Of course SC is real. I mean that in the dream he wasn’t real and then it could be worse if you woke and found that that were true.
Does that sentence make any sense?
Santa better be real, otherwise I want to find the cocksucker that ate the cookies I left out last year.
Comment by Grampa — October 11, 2005 @ 7:35 pm
indeed. it cracks me up. because it was the first thing i did when i woke up. ball up my fist and aim it at the wall all with my eyes closed and i think a grumpy early morning scowl. he said he thought at first i was going to pull the covers ’round myself then he noticed the angry little fist.
of course sc is real. with out sc why would we have a NORTH carolina?
Comment by wendykat — October 11, 2005 @ 7:39 pm
Grampa… OK, yes. That made sense and ditto about the cookies.
Wendy… so freaking cute, lol. And North Carolina? Oh man… who fed you that line as a kid? lol 🙂
Comment by the insider — October 11, 2005 @ 7:55 pm
are you saying the carolinas don’t exist?
Comment by wendykat — October 11, 2005 @ 7:57 pm
OK, see, now I just got the “sc” reference… rotfl.
Man you took that for a ride, lol.
Comment by the insider — October 11, 2005 @ 8:03 pm
yes. yes i did. i like tangents.
Comment by wendykat — October 11, 2005 @ 9:29 pm