Gary has lucid dreams every night (hence this blog category devoted to his Big House dreams). I, on the other hand, have had no dreams since I stopped using an alarm to wake up. I have REM cycles, as documented by the Apple Watch. It's just I wake so slowly and gently now that I forget what was going on in Dreamland.
The past two weeks, though, I’ve had nightmares so dreadful they’ve woken me up.
Two weeks ago: There was an open picture window in my foyer, and I was inside reading a book with my feet dangling through the window. A man came up to the window speaking a language I didn't know. Or perhaps he was having a stroke. I didn’t find out which because he reached in through the window to grab at me and I shouted myself awake.
Analysis: It seems obvious at first. I mean, Spunky out in the world, enticing men to grab at me. But I really think that it was because I am just not keeping up at work as well as I’d like. Remember, the man was speaking a language I didn’t understand. That's how work feels lately. Plus I reacted too slowly when the grabbing started. I remember a friend who slowed down to a crawl before she ultimately retired. Or, it could be an obvious sex dream and be far less ominous.
One week ago: I dreamed Goldie the cat was still alive and he got into a mysterious substance in the laundry room. It was a black plastic tray filled with a clear gelatin.I found him licking gelatin off his paws, with an obvious hole in the tray where he'd pawed at it, so I rushed him to the vet. The vet didn't know what the gelatin was, didn't care, lost the cat, and said, "Well, let's see if he dies, then that'll tell us how concerned to be." I got more and upset and again shouted myself awake.
Analysis: Goldie = Gary, obviously. In fact, about all Gary eats lately is, I swear, Jello. And this is not to say the doctors don't care; it's that Gary seems to not care. He keeps cancelling appointments. He isn't taking any better care of himself than a cat would.
Odd, though, that my subconscious thinks I need to process any of this in my sleep. These are problems I process every day and night already.
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