Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Warning: this is a personal dump.
Last night I awoke at 1 in the morning, sweating and shaking from terror, a nightmare. I had suffered from one of those dreams so real the lines of reality were but a blur. Ever have one of those dreams?
My dream was like the time and space continuum seem to have melted into one warped image (think Dali’s “Melting Clocks). The exact content of my dream will not be divulged but note it was a nightmare, an image only I can see and feel. What was the exact point to this dream?
If you have ever done research on dreams and I have, you will find rarely does it mean anything close to the image your mind projects. Is that fact comforting, not really. For me dreams are where the mind has full reign; that place in our psyche no mortal prejudice or slant can touch but nightmares?
Nightmares can take on many forms. There are the humorous ones that once we wake we realize; no way are our pets going to suddenly have a vocabulary and demand we wear collars and get flea dipped twice a year.
You have those that the moment you awake you know exactly why you had them. Dreaming o ridingf a burro, fleeing bandito’s is a sure sign you ate one too many tacos. But alas this is not the sort of dream I had.
I fear my dream, my nightmare, is but a window to the future. Our mind, whether we like it or not, does try it’s best to keep us safe. It works to buffer us from what surly will be a devastating blow. Do we listen, do we take note; well, that depends?
For me, I’m not ready for that window to be open. I do not want to see the future and I don’t care what my mind thinks it is trying to do, I will never be prepared for that dream of reality.
I leave you this mid-week at 6 in the morning preparing myself a Bloody Mary. My psyche needs a drink to steady its nerves. Cheers!
Happy hump day!