Headache Dreams
The heat has been taking everything out of me today.
I spent most of this morning and afternoon sleeping with fan the on the floor blowing on me.
When it gets this hot, it is surprisingly easy for me to sleep as long as there is some sort of moving breeze.
It has been way hotter up here, but the heat is hitting me really hard. Maybe it has to do with coming off a period that also took everything out of me. ;^( The stomach cramps could be from either.
Anyway, I had some strange dreams.
The first one started from sort of a meditative state. I was trying to get rid of a headache, stilled my mind, and soon found myself on the beach.
Only this was no ordinary beach.
The ocean was made of Faygo Red Pop.
A carbonated strawberry sea, with fizzy pink wave caps!
Surprisingly it did not make me feel sticky at all, and was the perfect temperature.
As I swam through the strawberry waves, I could feel the carbonation against my skin, bubbling and tickling. I licked my lips and tasted the sweet berry flavor of the "water". It was so good, I sipped some right from the sea.
For a few minutes, I had the whole beach to myself.
Until Katy Perry showed up in a peppermint striped bikini.
(I almost wonder if I somehow entered one of her dreams!)
It felt like we knew each other forever.
We kept hugging and swimming hand in hand, in a completely platonic but very close and cuddly way.
The dream pretty much was us spending the day together swimming and laughing at a strawberry soda beach.
Though at one point toward the end, a current of dark purple sparkling grape juice began swirling in and mixing with the pop.
The strangest thing was, as I was dreaming I was latently aware of my surroundings, as if I was more in a very deep meditation, rather than a dream. I could hear noises in the distance, but they didn't bother me. Usually the colorful REM state is easily shattered by real life sounds.
When it ended, I shot up in bed, feeling disoriented and unreal for a few minutes.
This is definitely one of the trippiest dreams I have had in a while. I dream weird surreal things all the time, but this was a weird happy trippy that I don't get much of anymore.
The other dreams were weird, but not happy or trippy. They involved one of my favorite retro shows Black Sheep Squadron. I have not watched it in a few weekends, but it has been on my mind, and I keep having weird dreams about it.
In the first dream, I was trapped on an island, desperately trying to escape. Something about these people in a lighthouse wanting to do terrible things to me. {Insert that terrible escape dream sense of dread} But since it was an island (a very small one at that), there was nowhere I could go.
I was at the edge of the beach (another beach?) my back turned to some chaotic battle going on behind me.
Planes had been flying over and I was desperate to get one's attention.
Even though they were flying low, they seemed oblivious to what was happening below them on land.
I thought "These days, you just have to get them to see you."
Just then a plane began passing over. Frantically I jumped up and down waving my arms.
On the belly was a round window. I could not tell if anyone was there or if they saw me.
At first it flew right by, but then turned around and landed right in front of me. Like feet from me.
Now that it was on the ground, it looked like a Jetsons car rather than a plane.
Boyington stepped out, and I ran and hugged him. Oh thank God, I was saved.
But he seemed confused and said something like he didn't recognize me. I am not sure why it mattered.
I desperately told him I recognize HIM and tried to get him to remember me, at least latently.
It makes sense from a real life perspective. You recognize your favorite characters, sometimes even practically form "relationships" with them. But even if they were not fictional, they wouldn't recognize you back.
He finally was convinced and began fighting off the lighthouse people, who had caught up with me.
This is where it gets kind of weird. Now that he was here, I was defending myself. I joined in the brawl and was knocking them out, WAM! BOOM! POW! Batman style.
He almost took a hit to the face, but I intervened and knocked the guy out.
Here I was, rescuing my hero, lol.
He was really surprised, not only that I saved him, but that I was kicking ass right along side him, rather than just being the damsel in distress.
And that was where it ended. With us kicking all their asses.
The message seems to be one of empowerment. All I need is to somehow summon my inner confidence and capability. Then I can kick all my problems asses. Something I could have done anyway, but I need that confidence and courage beside me to bring it out.
My therapist would say I was summoning my positive inner male, for once, instead of either calling Tyler or becoming "him".
Boyington is a good hearted rogue, coyote resourceful, as well as playful and mischievous at times. He thinks outside the box. Makes it work. Even if that means doing things in very unconventional crazy ways, that somehow always work out in the end. He's rightfully smug.
He has every one of his lost lambs' backs.
My inner male would definitely fit in with the rest of them. I'm sure that's a large part of why I love that show.
I spent most of this morning and afternoon sleeping with fan the on the floor blowing on me.
When it gets this hot, it is surprisingly easy for me to sleep as long as there is some sort of moving breeze.
It has been way hotter up here, but the heat is hitting me really hard. Maybe it has to do with coming off a period that also took everything out of me. ;^( The stomach cramps could be from either.
Anyway, I had some strange dreams.
The first one started from sort of a meditative state. I was trying to get rid of a headache, stilled my mind, and soon found myself on the beach.
Only this was no ordinary beach.
The ocean was made of Faygo Red Pop.
A carbonated strawberry sea, with fizzy pink wave caps!
Surprisingly it did not make me feel sticky at all, and was the perfect temperature.
As I swam through the strawberry waves, I could feel the carbonation against my skin, bubbling and tickling. I licked my lips and tasted the sweet berry flavor of the "water". It was so good, I sipped some right from the sea.
For a few minutes, I had the whole beach to myself.
Until Katy Perry showed up in a peppermint striped bikini.
(I almost wonder if I somehow entered one of her dreams!)
It felt like we knew each other forever.
We kept hugging and swimming hand in hand, in a completely platonic but very close and cuddly way.
The dream pretty much was us spending the day together swimming and laughing at a strawberry soda beach.
Though at one point toward the end, a current of dark purple sparkling grape juice began swirling in and mixing with the pop.
The strangest thing was, as I was dreaming I was latently aware of my surroundings, as if I was more in a very deep meditation, rather than a dream. I could hear noises in the distance, but they didn't bother me. Usually the colorful REM state is easily shattered by real life sounds.
When it ended, I shot up in bed, feeling disoriented and unreal for a few minutes.
This is definitely one of the trippiest dreams I have had in a while. I dream weird surreal things all the time, but this was a weird happy trippy that I don't get much of anymore.
The other dreams were weird, but not happy or trippy. They involved one of my favorite retro shows Black Sheep Squadron. I have not watched it in a few weekends, but it has been on my mind, and I keep having weird dreams about it.
In the first dream, I was trapped on an island, desperately trying to escape. Something about these people in a lighthouse wanting to do terrible things to me. {Insert that terrible escape dream sense of dread} But since it was an island (a very small one at that), there was nowhere I could go.
I was at the edge of the beach (another beach?) my back turned to some chaotic battle going on behind me.
Planes had been flying over and I was desperate to get one's attention.
Even though they were flying low, they seemed oblivious to what was happening below them on land.
I thought "These days, you just have to get them to see you."
Just then a plane began passing over. Frantically I jumped up and down waving my arms.
On the belly was a round window. I could not tell if anyone was there or if they saw me.
At first it flew right by, but then turned around and landed right in front of me. Like feet from me.
Now that it was on the ground, it looked like a Jetsons car rather than a plane.
Boyington stepped out, and I ran and hugged him. Oh thank God, I was saved.
But he seemed confused and said something like he didn't recognize me. I am not sure why it mattered.
I desperately told him I recognize HIM and tried to get him to remember me, at least latently.
It makes sense from a real life perspective. You recognize your favorite characters, sometimes even practically form "relationships" with them. But even if they were not fictional, they wouldn't recognize you back.
He finally was convinced and began fighting off the lighthouse people, who had caught up with me.
This is where it gets kind of weird. Now that he was here, I was defending myself. I joined in the brawl and was knocking them out, WAM! BOOM! POW! Batman style.
He almost took a hit to the face, but I intervened and knocked the guy out.
Here I was, rescuing my hero, lol.
He was really surprised, not only that I saved him, but that I was kicking ass right along side him, rather than just being the damsel in distress.
And that was where it ended. With us kicking all their asses.
The message seems to be one of empowerment. All I need is to somehow summon my inner confidence and capability. Then I can kick all my problems asses. Something I could have done anyway, but I need that confidence and courage beside me to bring it out.
My therapist would say I was summoning my positive inner male, for once, instead of either calling Tyler or becoming "him".
Boyington is a good hearted rogue, coyote resourceful, as well as playful and mischievous at times. He thinks outside the box. Makes it work. Even if that means doing things in very unconventional crazy ways, that somehow always work out in the end. He's rightfully smug.
He has every one of his lost lambs' backs.
My inner male would definitely fit in with the rest of them. I'm sure that's a large part of why I love that show.