Once again my subconscious has conspired to leave me baffled beyond belief upon waking. After dreaming about going to university (no, this is not something I’m planning on, though my step-son does soon!), I was woken up briefly by the sound of a cat crying (urgh), and then dreamed of people being violently sick as they ran through some catacombs. What brought on this last part I truly have no idea! My mind is clearly quite a disturbed place!
After struggling to drop off to sleep (a problem of mine lately), I finally do so, only to end up dreaming about getting a new tattoo (the Rebel symbol from Star Wars), only for the tattooist to cock it up. All of a sudden the scene shifts and I’m Nigel Mansell, on the phone to Ron Dennis, and then I’m taking a bunch of schoolkids on a tour of London.
My subconscious really does love to process the day’s activities in bizarre and strange ways.
I am often prone to unusual dreams. I have what I called my ‘action adventure’ dreams (usually involving sci-fi references but also including ‘end of the world’ scenarios), and I have my work-related dreams (which usually happen when I’m feeling quite stressed).
Last night though, I dreamed that I was on my way to a house, and in this house lived someone I think I was supposed to know – but at the urging of the ghost of a woman I also knew, I killed them, violently, before turning on the gas and blowing up their house. Then I toodled off, without a care in the world.
I have absolutely no idea what prompted this dream. Last night my wife and I sat down and watched a spoof about police, and afterward caught some of a bad Syfy channel film about mutant spiders. Not exactly ghost material.
There can be no doubt about it – my mind is a dark and mysterious place!