Last night as I slept, my subconscious was busy working overtime. Worrying over things as I do. New and improved stresses to add to my daily life. Good and bad. Yes there is such a thing as good stress. Graduations and children's birthday parties count among those.
As I lay sleeping, my mind was sorting out things as it usually does, via dreams. Things that usually made no sense. The more stress I have the more bizarre my dreams.
Being stuck on a city bus, with my little ones and not being able to get to my childhood home. At about 3 o'clock in the morning. Having to change buses, carrying a ton of stuff that I didn't need. Not having the correct change for all of us. I kept restarting a new dream that still had me on a damn bus. And only with the younger ones. I guess I don't need to worry over my oldest. It was late, the kids are tired, it's freakin' winter, no one is dressed appropriately and all I wanted to do was get home. The house I grew up in, home.
Again a new dream starts but this time, I'm downtown, middle of the day and this lady is screeching about how the dog nipped at "her". I make the assumption that "her" is a small child. It's a wiener dog and she's got the dog by the back legs and she's slamming the poor thing against the side of this old beat up orange car. The dog is a mess of blood. She finally stops as I shout at her and throws it into the street. Amazingly it gets up and walks away. I didn't care if the animal appeared to be alright, I told her I was reporting her. No one should treat an animal that way. I try to take the plate number but just as I focus on a letter it changes. Keeps shifting back and forth from numbers to letters. I got an X, A, 4, 5, 6 and a J. Frustrated I couldn't read it, I dig my camera out of my purse to take a pic, but the lady is in her car driving away. Not willing to let this go I get into a car and take and route to intercept her, or at least get the picture. I did, I actually got a picture of her license plate! But then the car I'm driving doesn't respond to the brakes or steering. Going down a hill, terrified I'm going to hurt or kill somebody, I try to aim for a pole to stop the car. Crash imminent.....
Dream changes again. I'm sitting in a bar, the lighting is dim. I don't even know what I'm doing. You, yes you, my one and only follower, walk up to me. You've just arrived with one of your friends. You've got your leather jacket on and a yellow shirt. And jeans, of course. You go to hug me hello. I slide my hands around your waist and inside your jacket and grip tightly. You look at me funny and ask me "What's this? We're friends remember?" I tell you to shut up and pretend like you like me for a few minutes. You actually do it, this is how I know I was dreaming, lol. For a few minutes, I lay my head in the crook of you neck and nothing bothered me. The cool thing is I could really feel your arms around me. Go figure, the brain does record everything for playback at a later date.
Personally I think the last bit was my subconscious way of helping me feel better. If only for a few moments. The rest, I'm kind of WTF??? I truely am twisted. Or perhaps maybe getting ready for the psych ward.....(insert maniacle laugh)
