I dream some pretty wacked out stuff. Last night went way past psychotic. I was very angry at a woman for some unknown reason and kept attacking her. I would dig my nails into her face until I could physically feel the blood running down my fingers. I know what you’re thinking. Time for the pretty white jacket that ties in the back. I was thinking the same thing when I woke up. My brain scares me sometimes.
I often dream of flying. Not in an airplane. You know, just jump straight up into the air and start soaring around buildings. It just makes more sense than all those silly people on the ground walking. It’s my dream. Why not fly?
Then there are the repeaters. My dreaming mind goes back to the house I lived in when my Father was still alive. He is usually there as is my cousin Amanda that died at the age of five. I have casual conversations with the dead quite often. I almost always talk to them in that house. I wish just once I would remember to ask them “Hey, how about that heaven thing? Anything I should know?”
In the list of repeaters there are also the bears. I dream of bears often. My first bear dream occurred right before I got married 15 years ago. Most of the time I am there to help the bear. A perfectly logical dream right? Everyone feels the need to help a large furry creature with big teeth.
Do you ever wonder where your mind gets all of this crazy stuff? It’s obviously in there somewhere when I’m awake. Not exactly happy with that knowledge! Hopefully psychotic me will stay locked away in dream land…..