Too Many Weird Dreams...

I have been having even more weird dreams lately than usual, which is sort of scary because I'm a really vivid dreamer. I think a lot of it is the medicine I've been taking, but last night I watched the last half of 10 to Midnight right before bed, so that's an easy one to peg, especially since I've actually had an annoying (but thankfully not homicidal, naked and covered in blood) internet stalker on and off the last few months. But unlike Charles Bronson's daughter in the movie, I have at least one, usually two, large caliber firearms within reach most of the time. But not in my dreams, though, the damn things always misfire.

Last night I dreamed I came home with my parents (who I still live with in a lot of my dreams) and was the first one to notice that the house had been broken into. (This actually sort of happened before in real life, I was visiting my parents one Christmas and as we were pulling into the driveway I looked over and saw our neighbor's front door had been kicked in) My mother and I were walking around the house and we walked out into the garage, where my car looked strange and as we walked up on it, I saw two gang types working on stripping it, but for some reason they didn't see us. So we hustled back into the house. (I also went to the grocery store late last night and there were much scarier than normal thugs there buying beer at like 11:30, not their normal clientele)

A lot of the dream has faded now, but it involved me defending the house from the thugs who kept harassing us for some reason, with me actually sitting in the window of our house which was on the corner for some reason, and watching the street in both directions and calling the police whenever I saw them hanging around. And as usual, I couldn't secure the house properly, there is always a door that won't close all the way, had a broken lock, etc. I have this deep-seated vulnerability issue that comes from several areas. Mainly I think from having a bathroom door that didn't lock properly growing up, and partially from years of trying to keep two large dogs in the yard without proper fencing. I grew up with 6' wood fences and rented several houses that had short chain link fences and one that we actually had to build a temporary fence for. And both dogs got out of the yard several times, which only reinforced my phobia. But no house can ever be secured properly in my dreams, there's always a gaping hole or broken lock.

The feud between me and the thugs got really personal, one of them resembled one of the scary guys I'd seen in the store that night. For some reason, my mother had a lot of really valuable clothes and things at the house, and she pulled out a pair of Prada shoes, which were very tiny, almost like a baby would wear, and I told here those must be horribly uncomfortable, and she said they were the most confortable shoes she had. (I'm selling a Prada eye cream sample on eBay this week so that must be floating around in my subconscious).

I think my old Corvette was back to haunt me in the dream and I was driving it up and down the street looking for the guys, and worrying that they would damage my car, which for some reason could also not be safely secured.

When Sparky woke me this afternoon, it took me a good 20 minutes before I could really wake up enough to even get out of bed, I was way down in REM state. Sometimes I wake up like a shot and am wide awake, but not today.

The other night I had anther recurring dream, where I was having to stay with a group of people and use their weird community bathrooms and showers. I don't travel well to start with and hate toting my toiletries around with me, but for some reason all the showers had strange problems. No doors, a toilet in the middle of the actual shower. A lot of times the bathtubs will actually look really nice and then I'll discover it's only a display and isn't hooked up to running water. A big recurring dream is not being able to find a toilet that works or is usable, but that just means I really need to wake up and pee, so I'm guessing it's a good thing that I can't find a toilet. I've had that dream for as long as I can remember, probably because I despise getting up when I'm in bed....

Posted by Morticia at February 22, 2004 05:18 AM | TrackBack