Two confrontational dreams.
Lately I've been toying with my sanity as it relates to otherworldly forces. Playing with the possibility of being possessed by demons, or perhaps accepting Jesus as my savior. (strange how with people like us, that would be a pretty "crazy" thing to do, but it's a pretty common practice. In fact, you would probably find it more likely that I would claim to be possessed by demons.) I'm pretty emotionally stable, but I've gotten into this instant gratification phase that I'm not sure what to make of. I often drift off into my own world where nothing matters. Like nirvana but melancholy.
Hearing a story on NPR about a schizophrenic that pushed a girl off a subway station may have triggered this dream.
Last night I dreamt I went into a mental hospital to consider checking myself in. There was a high pitched squealing sound throughout the building. The sound of losing your mind. I searched for my doctor, found him in a room, and sat on the little check-up bed that is covered in paper. I suddenly did not want to share anything with him, so I just kind of explained that I thought I was going crazy, but not really, everything's fine. But then as he was about to leave, I spilled my guts out to him.. I really want to know what I said. I heard it in the dream, but I don't remember. But in the end I walked away from the hospital so I guess everything was okay.
Next dream I was dancing with people on a wet lawn at night. I was married and friends with Jim and Pam from the Office. We were all happy and going to start families. I went to the (regular) hospital, they gave me the shot that numbed the lower half of my body, and out pops a baby with a huge head. The doc then sews my vag back together, which was uncomfortable, but I was pleasantly surprised at how easy pregnancy was. As I was leaving everyone commented on how jealous they were that I didn't have to go into labor. I leave with my baby. Next thing I know I'm walking down a woody path, like you would in the 100-acre woods. I start to panic and hyperventilate. I'm realizing that I'm not married, I'm in a long distance relationship and I never told my boyfriend I was pregnant. I was waiting for the right time to tell him, but then I already had the baby, and I didn't know whose it was. I'm coming to the realization that my life now belonged to this child I didn't know, and then I wake up, immediately uttering the words, "Oh thank God," because it was all a dream.
I dunno, they were pretty emotionally confrontational dreams.
I accidentally forgot I left the hot glue gun on the floor.
Hearing a story on NPR about a schizophrenic that pushed a girl off a subway station may have triggered this dream.
Last night I dreamt I went into a mental hospital to consider checking myself in. There was a high pitched squealing sound throughout the building. The sound of losing your mind. I searched for my doctor, found him in a room, and sat on the little check-up bed that is covered in paper. I suddenly did not want to share anything with him, so I just kind of explained that I thought I was going crazy, but not really, everything's fine. But then as he was about to leave, I spilled my guts out to him.. I really want to know what I said. I heard it in the dream, but I don't remember. But in the end I walked away from the hospital so I guess everything was okay.
Next dream I was dancing with people on a wet lawn at night. I was married and friends with Jim and Pam from the Office. We were all happy and going to start families. I went to the (regular) hospital, they gave me the shot that numbed the lower half of my body, and out pops a baby with a huge head. The doc then sews my vag back together, which was uncomfortable, but I was pleasantly surprised at how easy pregnancy was. As I was leaving everyone commented on how jealous they were that I didn't have to go into labor. I leave with my baby. Next thing I know I'm walking down a woody path, like you would in the 100-acre woods. I start to panic and hyperventilate. I'm realizing that I'm not married, I'm in a long distance relationship and I never told my boyfriend I was pregnant. I was waiting for the right time to tell him, but then I already had the baby, and I didn't know whose it was. I'm coming to the realization that my life now belonged to this child I didn't know, and then I wake up, immediately uttering the words, "Oh thank God," because it was all a dream.
I dunno, they were pretty emotionally confrontational dreams.
I accidentally forgot I left the hot glue gun on the floor.