"I need just a little more silence."
The other night, I had a dream...
I was 'charged' with carrying some item, to hold onto it. I got the impression that I inherited the item from, or was asked to carry it by, someone important in my life. Though I'm not exactly sure what the item itself was, I do know that the vessel that stored it was a zippered plastic bag, and that this container was infested with some sort of insect.
I carried this thing everywhere and, while I carried it, the bag became more and more tattered. Though I wasn't completely aware during the dream, looking back at it makes me realize that I wasn't necessarily careful about the way I handled this item, despite that I knew its container was flimsy and fragile. Oftentimes, I carried the bag by its corner, as if I didn't want to touch it at all. As a result, the bag tore and the insects began pouring out.
At first, I was unconcerned. Then, the insects began burrowing into me, making an entryway into my body behind my right knee. When I noticed this happening, I stopped, dropped the bag, and began inspecting the wound. The bugs were clearly laying eggs under my skin and, alarmed, I began trying to force them out by methodically pressing the skin around the wound. When I did this, many of the insects flew out of my body by way of the hole they created. The rest burrowed further, somehow making their way from my knee to my eyes and ears.
I could feel all of this happening; I could even hear the insects burrow behind my ears. When I pressed on the skin around my eyes and ears, they shot from my body much like they had earlier. Most of them exited from my eyes, pouring from the corners by my tear ducts. As they were exiting my ear canals, however, my ears began seeping a brownish liquid and I was in excruciating pain. By this time, I knew I was overwhelmed and that the insects were reproducing faster than I could remove them. I yelled for help, then woke up.
It's funny. When I watched the insects shoot out of my leg, I immediately thought to myself, "Oh no! Sand flies!" These flies, which seemed wingless, were small round things with translucent white bodies and neon green eyes. Somehow, despite that I knew they probably didn't exist outside of the dream, I knew these insects were dangerous.
Perhaps, given what I expect this dream means, the message is partially to blame for my inward retreat over the last week or so. I've been very much in my own head, trying to work things out and organize a plan of attack against the things that bother me.
It's got me thinking.
I was 'charged' with carrying some item, to hold onto it. I got the impression that I inherited the item from, or was asked to carry it by, someone important in my life. Though I'm not exactly sure what the item itself was, I do know that the vessel that stored it was a zippered plastic bag, and that this container was infested with some sort of insect.
I carried this thing everywhere and, while I carried it, the bag became more and more tattered. Though I wasn't completely aware during the dream, looking back at it makes me realize that I wasn't necessarily careful about the way I handled this item, despite that I knew its container was flimsy and fragile. Oftentimes, I carried the bag by its corner, as if I didn't want to touch it at all. As a result, the bag tore and the insects began pouring out.
At first, I was unconcerned. Then, the insects began burrowing into me, making an entryway into my body behind my right knee. When I noticed this happening, I stopped, dropped the bag, and began inspecting the wound. The bugs were clearly laying eggs under my skin and, alarmed, I began trying to force them out by methodically pressing the skin around the wound. When I did this, many of the insects flew out of my body by way of the hole they created. The rest burrowed further, somehow making their way from my knee to my eyes and ears.
I could feel all of this happening; I could even hear the insects burrow behind my ears. When I pressed on the skin around my eyes and ears, they shot from my body much like they had earlier. Most of them exited from my eyes, pouring from the corners by my tear ducts. As they were exiting my ear canals, however, my ears began seeping a brownish liquid and I was in excruciating pain. By this time, I knew I was overwhelmed and that the insects were reproducing faster than I could remove them. I yelled for help, then woke up.
It's funny. When I watched the insects shoot out of my leg, I immediately thought to myself, "Oh no! Sand flies!" These flies, which seemed wingless, were small round things with translucent white bodies and neon green eyes. Somehow, despite that I knew they probably didn't exist outside of the dream, I knew these insects were dangerous.
Perhaps, given what I expect this dream means, the message is partially to blame for my inward retreat over the last week or so. I've been very much in my own head, trying to work things out and organize a plan of attack against the things that bother me.
It's got me thinking.