Crazy Dreams, Sleepless Nights.
I've been sleeping rather fitfully these past few days, often waking up with a splitting headache. Of course the first thought as I stumble groggily towards the bathroom is "Oh my god, I have brain cancer. I'm going to die." Although perhaps now I think it's more to do with sleeping with wet hair under the fan going at no. 3. Someone once told me that's a really bad thing to do because it 'freezes' the muscles in your neck, promoting knots...etc. Yeah, probably.
Anyway, the fitful nights have something to do with my dreams as well. I've been having these crazy dreams very night, most of which emotionally correspond with my current emotional state: perpetual frustration.
Dream 1: I'm walking from room to room. Each room in completely white and linear. Furniture, sparse walls, spacious. For some reason the expanse of the room unsettles me and I start feeling claustraphobic. In my dream I start panicking and pinch my self to wake up so I can escape. I wake up, fall back to sleep, then have the same dream all over again. Which leads to me ask - Do I really wake up?
Dream 2: I receive a silver box in white wrapping. I open it, and inside is more wrapping and more boxes..I never get to the bottom of it before I wake up.
Dream 3: I'm not in this dream. I'm watching. One of my co-stars is in a training classroom for the gestapo. They're learning how to draw their own blood with a blood pressure gauge attached to their arm. On the table is The Homecoming manifesto. At the desk in front of him is a man that looks like Chin Peng. He is reading The Homecoming manifesto and comes across our names. They start debating if this is an encoded hit list. Pinteresque communist nazis. Hm.
Dream 4: I'm being taught how to sing comimc verse ditties by a singing portrait of Deborah Kerr. She punctuates each line with a soprano "yes!" or "NoooO!".I wake up humming these ditties, but forget them 15 minutes later.
Does anyone know a good shrink? *sigh*
Anyway, the fitful nights have something to do with my dreams as well. I've been having these crazy dreams very night, most of which emotionally correspond with my current emotional state: perpetual frustration.
Dream 1: I'm walking from room to room. Each room in completely white and linear. Furniture, sparse walls, spacious. For some reason the expanse of the room unsettles me and I start feeling claustraphobic. In my dream I start panicking and pinch my self to wake up so I can escape. I wake up, fall back to sleep, then have the same dream all over again. Which leads to me ask - Do I really wake up?
Dream 2: I receive a silver box in white wrapping. I open it, and inside is more wrapping and more boxes..I never get to the bottom of it before I wake up.
Dream 3: I'm not in this dream. I'm watching. One of my co-stars is in a training classroom for the gestapo. They're learning how to draw their own blood with a blood pressure gauge attached to their arm. On the table is The Homecoming manifesto. At the desk in front of him is a man that looks like Chin Peng. He is reading The Homecoming manifesto and comes across our names. They start debating if this is an encoded hit list. Pinteresque communist nazis. Hm.
Dream 4: I'm being taught how to sing comimc verse ditties by a singing portrait of Deborah Kerr. She punctuates each line with a soprano "yes!" or "NoooO!".I wake up humming these ditties, but forget them 15 minutes later.
Does anyone know a good shrink? *sigh*
posted by Weifer Reefer | 12:52 AM
1 Comments:
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p/s your dreams are so designer!
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