The White Underwater Rat-Mole (aka Recurring Nightmares)
Originally posted @ http://scruffy-duck.net
I don’t have many recurring nightmares. I have awful, awful nightmares about my teeth, those are the usual ones, in the middle of a normal (well, weird, but not scary) dream there will be something wrong with my teeth. It’s usually the same thing, one of them is very loose and falling out. This is my fear, as been for a long time, something that was made worse when I started eating mortar (a disorder called pica) and actually did some damange to my teeth. Some serious damage too. I had to have root canal and the like, but that’s really another blog post.
Since then, I do have quite a few dreams about my teeth. There are a lot of recurring themes and people in my dreams like everyone else, but if there are specifics then I don’t remember.
Except for the one I had during the week, that I do remember involved the White Underwater Rat-Mole. It was effectively a white mole, with big rat teeth that could swim and was really hard to kill. It was quick moving, slippery to catch and it bit me. Even just a lick of it’s tongue stung like it was acid. I had a little one in my bath, but there were huge ones in the sea, that could eat entire boats of people. Seriously terrifying.
In the dream I had caught the little one from my bath (after having tried to kill it by putting a sowing needle in it’s head) and put it in my ipod case. I wanted to show my mum to see if she knew what it was, or google it, just in case she didn’t know. Contrary to popular belief mothers do not know everything.
I woke sometime at this point, freaked out, and the rat-mole has stayed with me. Last night I was worried that it was rifling through my rubbish and the carrier bags in my room (which makes my room sond really bad, but it’s only a bit bad). I knew it was just the breeze, but it doesn’t help now that I noticed my window was closed so I don’t know where the breeze was coming from.
Doesn’t help that my somewhat susceptible friend dreamt about me being attacked by the rat-mole.
I think I need to draw it, actually no, what I need to do is forget about the bleeding white underwater rat-mole of doom before I have even more dreams about it.
I don’t have many recurring nightmares. I have awful, awful nightmares about my teeth, those are the usual ones, in the middle of a normal (well, weird, but not scary) dream there will be something wrong with my teeth. It’s usually the same thing, one of them is very loose and falling out. This is my fear, as been for a long time, something that was made worse when I started eating mortar (a disorder called pica) and actually did some damange to my teeth. Some serious damage too. I had to have root canal and the like, but that’s really another blog post.
Since then, I do have quite a few dreams about my teeth. There are a lot of recurring themes and people in my dreams like everyone else, but if there are specifics then I don’t remember.
Except for the one I had during the week, that I do remember involved the White Underwater Rat-Mole. It was effectively a white mole, with big rat teeth that could swim and was really hard to kill. It was quick moving, slippery to catch and it bit me. Even just a lick of it’s tongue stung like it was acid. I had a little one in my bath, but there were huge ones in the sea, that could eat entire boats of people. Seriously terrifying.
In the dream I had caught the little one from my bath (after having tried to kill it by putting a sowing needle in it’s head) and put it in my ipod case. I wanted to show my mum to see if she knew what it was, or google it, just in case she didn’t know. Contrary to popular belief mothers do not know everything.
I woke sometime at this point, freaked out, and the rat-mole has stayed with me. Last night I was worried that it was rifling through my rubbish and the carrier bags in my room (which makes my room sond really bad, but it’s only a bit bad). I knew it was just the breeze, but it doesn’t help now that I noticed my window was closed so I don’t know where the breeze was coming from.
Doesn’t help that my somewhat susceptible friend dreamt about me being attacked by the rat-mole.
I think I need to draw it, actually no, what I need to do is forget about the bleeding white underwater rat-mole of doom before I have even more dreams about it.