I should pick up Freud's "Interpretation Of Dreams" I suppose... or perhaps an issue of Cosmo
So for sake of many I will keep this brief because it would undoubtedly become a convoluted mess if I was to go into every detail....
But I'm plagued with recurring dreams again....
I always find these the most alarming due to the fact that it's clearly an indication that my brain is attempting to inform me that A.) I should change something in my life B.) something bad is going to happen to me C.) I've left something unfinished D.) or that it's starving for more prescription meds or martinis to shut it up.
The easiest answer would in essence be deduced from the application of Occam's razor, but that might lead me to rehab or some crazy evening affair that leaves me waking up face-down on a dirty city bus with like a condom in my ear.
Getting back to the dream....
I usually find myself waking up in the dream (which I always find very unnerving) and I'm in this contained space (it's always nondescript but I do know that it isn't any bigger than the size of a sedan), and there's this ice formation in the corner that has this faint blue glow to it. Curiosity naturally takes her mischievous hold and I attempt to 'feel the situation at hand out'. Like the saying goes "Curiosity killed the cat", and in this instance they would probably be right if real-world physics were applied to dream because as soon as I touch the ice, it starts to give way beneath me and I fall down this really bright tunnel.
Of course I think I'm plummeting to my death, but remember chil'rens this is the same realm that brings me chocolate furniture so my demise is not an end result thankfully. My plunge ends though with me descending into a desert-like landscape - that isn't terrible at all. In fact the sand gently breaks my fall, and it's warm warm warm warm like a thick comforter, not to mention that it feels delicious on my skin.
After basking in the glory of the ground beneath me, I eventually rise and start walking towards what I believe to be a cluster of growth in the distance. Intermittently on my trek i see small cacti on the ground -- at first they don't warrant any attention from me but as I walk farther I notice movement from underneath the small plants. Eventually the movement becomes more pronounced and reveal the cause for the stirring.
None other than your friendly desert scorpion ( reduced in size of course and made to look more 'user-friendly'... aka. reminiscent of a stuffed animal with it's large glassy eyes.)
The cause no immediate harm, and in actuality they start to walk with me almost as if they were protecting me. I'm fascinated by them due to sheer number that have appeared and when I finally look up I notice that the growth I saw in the distance is no longer visible and all I can see around me is sand in every direction. I become alarmed but look down at my 'little friends' in search of solace. They look up at me in unison with their large glassy eyes and I feel assured that things will work itself out.
But the story never ends well my friend.
When I look up again and start my march, I distinctly remember that I feel a sharp pain in the lower left quadrant of my back. I feel this pain again on my upper shoulder which quickly turns into a throbbing torture. Returning my gaze downward to my friends for help I find that their glassy, animated eyes are missing and they look like real desert scorpions -- knobby and ugly, with that ever-menacing tail. They are indeed the perpetrators of the pain THOSE TRICKY BASTARDS. I find myself trying to run, but to no avail they had been surrounding me all this time and I quickly succumb to their repeated attacks and poison. I just remember falling to the ground and blanking out, staring at the sun. BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT and everything goes white...
And I wake up here (If I haven't cut the dream short and rolled out of bed towards the bathroom) to the sun in my eyes and the realization that it's already past nine in the morning