Aug 22, 2008 10:22
Last night's dreams sucked. Topics ranged from getting lost / trapped in circuslike rest stops on the way to college, being turned into a worm-ridden rabbit, and near the end, never knowing whether I had clothes on or what they were or whether the seemingly oblivious people cared. Tasty hollow fried dough spheres and a crazy zoo where animals were housed like fair animals regardless of size and the big ones shouted about the cages not really being there and squeezing under or kicking over the very short walls were interesting but overall unpleasant. Too many people I knew were there somewhere, and even when there was finally some fighting with hired ninjas that was disappointing because they ditched me really soon because it looked like I was going to have sex or something, which I wasn't! I just didn't have clothes on again or something. Anyway, that was unfair.
Basically, I knew I shouldn't have started the night thinking about the worst thing that has ever happened to me (in terms of subjective experience; it didn't actually have any of the future ramifications that actually follow horrible events), but once I thought of it at all, basically nothing to be done. Doesn't matter that nothing in the dream related in any way to that event; just the feeling is bad enough.
Much like what Skot says happens when people take acid, I think the feeling of the evening influences in some way the feeling of dream, along with the earlier-established feeling of the other dreams in a given week.
dreams,
introspection