Antonio de Pereda, El sueño del caballero (The Knight’s Dream) via Wikimedia Commons
I had one of those nights filled with dark unpleasant dreams. I’d wake up, go back to sleep, and have another round in worlds I was very happy to have dissolve away as consciousness emerged. When I woke for the final time, I glanced at the clock, saw it was bonafide morning, and said to myself, that’s enough of that.
Still, it’s strange how that feeling can stay with you, a sense of foreboding, an air of gloom entirely concocted by your brain and your brain alone. More often than not, lately, I’ve gotten to morning with that vague feeling I’ve been somewhere else doing many things, none of which I can remember within a few seconds of waking up.
I would have taken the not remembering, frankly.
But as the dreams become more and more remote, they grow fuzzy and undefined. And maybe the essence of them could prove useful for writing, in terms of mood if not their nonsensical content.
And here’s to hoping for more pleasant dreams ahead.
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I never really remember my dreams. Which is probably just as well.
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It really is, most of the time. Sometimes I amuse myself, my brain likes to create visual puns.
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Freud would have had to give up on me 🙂
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Maybe a Dream Journal? Get it out of your head.
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That’s not a bad idea, thanks! 😉
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I’ve been having the same! Mostly since my husband started working nights (so I get up at 4:30 so we can have some time together). I’m not sure if it’s the going-to-bed-alone thing, or the it’s-still-light-out-so-the-shadows-move thing.
Last night I was hiding from ghost-like people. They were people, but I knew they were dead. When one started uncovering my hiding place, I finally said, “Please don’t” and they walked away! No more bad dream! That’s probably not a real solution, just sympathy.
http://doesntspeakklingon.blogspot.com
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That’s really interesting, mine also involved dead people…not ghosts, though. Something in the air again?!
I will definitely try that, if I can…I mean, it’s my brain, after all, we should be able to cooperate.
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