My Father and I standing in the checkout line at a junk shop. He was his older self, right before he got sick and turned the corner. Then snakes...a water moccasin with a red belly. I can't remember any other details. Wish I could remember what we bought. I didn't wake up sobbing this time at least...
My Father and I standing in the checkout line at a junk shop. He was his older self, right before he got sick and turned the corner. Then snakes...a water moccasin with a red belly. I can't remember any other details. Wish I could remember what we bought. I didn't wake up sobbing this time at least...
My Father and I standing in the checkout line at a junk shop. He was his older self, right before he got sick and turned the corner. Then snakes...a water moccasin with a red belly. I can't remember any other details. Wish I could remember what we bought. I didn't wake up sobbing this time at least...
I woke the other day after punching someone for messing with my son. Turns out I actually punched a glass of milk on the coffee table! Got all wet. lol
I was raking leaves when I saw bees coming out of this lump of something on the ground. Some morphed into beautiful butterflies, a few morphed into moths.
I got very little sleep last night, even after taking a Zanex. I did get enough tho apparently to have an anxiety dream bad enough to wake me up screaming and in tears.
I got very little sleep last night, even after taking a Zanex. I did get enough tho apparently to have an anxiety dream bad enough to wake me up screaming and in tears.
Had this dream last night. I don't know if it was a long dream or a series of short dreams. I don't remember enough of to bother telling it all, but the end I remember. All except for 1 critical word, as you'll see.
This kid is telling us (whoever 'us' is) that they (whoever 'they' are) created this world (the world in my dream). As he is talking to us, we can see the end of a street stretching out as more is being created. He tells us that they created islands. And at one point he asks them, "Can I have a pink here?" And this voice says (I forget the exact words, but in essence it said...), "Just because you ask for something doesn't mean you'll get it". To which the kid replied, "But the golden rule says that between nothing and (less than nothing), all is permitted"
And there's the word I can't remember, which I replaced with "less than nothing". It was just 1 word that basically could be construed to mean less than nothing. When i woke up, I thought I better write all this down. But of course, I figured I would remember.
Have had a couple of nightmares over the holidays. Which doesn't seem quite fair, since I am actually getting enough sleep. One last night was related to work. I was going to be fired.
I am sorry you are having night mares.
I had a work related one a couple of weeks ago. We were all going to be laid off, with no hope of coming back.
Have had a couple of nightmares over the holidays. Which doesn't seem quite fair, since I am actually getting enough sleep. One last night was related to work. I was going to be fired.
Funny sleeping-in-the-big-chair dream: I was sitting in the big chair (yes, in the dream) in this house, and could hear the tv in the living room (there is no tv in the living room) that Daddy was watching (and, of course, there is no Daddy in the living room either). I knew I needed to get up from the big chair and go to bed and thought that I’d just turn the volume down on the tv and leave it on, though Daddy had fallen asleep in front of it. There were kids running around outside the house, with flashlights or something, so I opened the front door to yell, (yes I did) “Hey!" and then more softly, self consciously, "Get off my lawn!” And someone in another house started yelling for one of the kids, his name (Ivan?). I closed the door and was starting to wake up, but for some reason, maybe it was on tv, I was trying to remember the name of a sci fi story, and was thinking of the plot (Wrinkle in Time ish). And then I woke up. In the big chair. And realized the story wasn’t real. Too bad the plot was kinda lame, or I could try and write it. Or I could go to bed.
Oof. Such a vivid dream ... my dear, departed friend Bob, at his memorial. Him, still alive. So lovely to see him, though I knew he was dying. And then, my former BFF showed up. Gah.
I was aware first of smells, actually aromas of coffee and the smells and sounds of an oil furnace rumbling away in the floor in the square hallway connection to the rooms in the house where I lived. One of 7 before I turned 7 years old. I got out of my bed and looked at my baby sister in her crib and soft light. It was Saturday morning and I knew that Mighty Mouse and Sky King would be on soon and that I would be breaking buttered toast up into my oatmeal. My inner self looked out and saw signs that my dreaming self couldn't imagine so that when music became the sunrise I realized what love must feel like in heaven and must sound like in the silvery silence of a profoundly deaf world.
oh wait! This is not a dream! My bad...
ok, it was less dramatic, or more maybe. I pulled up behind a roughly early 50s American car in the driveway of a house I didn't recognize and got out to walk to the passenger side of that car and there stood my Father! I was stunned for a moment, then "Daddy! Where have you been! Has this all been a dream?!"
I awoke in a grieving sob and that was with me all day, and even now. It was him, but maybe 40. Can't say.
I was aware first of smells, actually aromas of coffee and the smells and sounds of an oil furnace rumbling away in the floor in the square hallway connection to the rooms in the house where I lived. One of 7 before I turned 7 years old. I got out of my bed and looked at my baby sister in her crib and soft light. It was Saturday morning and I knew that Mighty Mouse and Sky King would be on soon and that I would be breaking buttered toast up into my oatmeal. My inner self looked out and saw signs that my dreaming self couldn't imagine so that when music became the sunrise I realized what love must feel like in heaven and must sound like in the silvery silence of a profoundly deaf world.
oh wait! This is not a dream! My bad...
ok, it was less dramatic, or more maybe. I pulled up behind a roughly early 50s American car in the driveway of a house I didn't recognize and got out to walk to the passenger side of that car and there stood my Father! I was stunned for a moment, then "Daddy! Where have you been! Has this all been a dream?!"
I awoke in a grieving sob and that was with me all day, and even now. It was him, but maybe 40. Can't say.
Had a dream last night but I have no recollection of the dream except for these words that were spoken: Ain't no old shadow that is old. Ain't no new shadow that is new.
Reminds me of the coda for the Thunderclap Newman song, Accidents ... life's just a game, fly a paper plane, there is no end ...
Had a dream last night but I have no recollection of the dream except for these words that were spoken: Ain't no old shadow that is old. Ain't no new shadow that is new.
Hope you're feeling better.
