Oh boy are we back to weird dreams! The night before last my dream punched me in the gut, and I can only describe it was a manifestation of my greatest fear.
I don’t recall much of the dream, but the end was vivid enough to jolt me from my slumber. Amidst a crumbling house, the world was ending, being swallowed up by a black hole. I was able to ‘reset’ this terrifying scenario (and no, this is not my greatest fear), but only once, and then the scene began to repeat.
This time I was powerless to stop it, so I wanted to get to my daughter, to say goodbye to her, to hold her in my arms one last time. As I tried to reach the room where she was, I was struck by the realisation that I wouldn’t make it – that I wouldn’t get to say goodbye to my little girl.
It was that horrible revelation that shocked me out of my sleep.
I can only conclude that this dream is my mind manifesting my worst fears. I couldn’t save my daughter, and I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. In those final, frantic moments before the world ended, nothing mattered more to me than wrapping my arms around her, and I couldn’t reach her in time, and that was heartbreaking.
Needless to say, it took me a little while to shake the dream loose, and I’m not sure I completely have even now.
My dream last night was more in keeping with the surreal nature of my subconscious, and I don’t have a clue as to any message in this one. Myself and a friend (though I don’t recognise him) were running away from some weird hairy blue thing that didn’t necessarily mean us harm, but our instincts told us to run. I wonder if The Walking Dead somehow inspired this one (you know, with the running and chasing and hiding).
There you have it, the latest chapters from my sleeping brain are as unique and strange as ever!