I usually remember my dreams upon waking, but if they aren't note-worthy, they wash away from my thoughts like the tide going out in the ocean. But last night...hmmm...a strange and evocative dream came my way. And when I woke up, it took awhile to shake it. It was slightly disturbing, but not in a violent or gruesome way. Then I fell back asleep and the dream continued. That rarely happens to me. It was like watching a movie. And I had put the dream on pause, and when I went back to sleep, I must have pushed the play button.
Of course, the longer I am awake, the less I recall the specifics. I was talking to my mom this morning, because she had played a role in the dream, and I was trying to tell her about it. But my words were disjointed; I was stumbling and fumbling with language. I couldn't seem to be specific as to what had unfolded in my subconscious mind.
Even now, as I try to write about it, I find myself faltering. All I know is life in my dream was changing at a dramatically fast pace. In my dream, I had to leave the life I was comfortable with to forge into the vast unknown. I was scared; there were people in my dream who wanted to harm me. But there were crowds of others, strangers, who wished me well. It was dark, pitch-black; throngs of people in my midst trying to flee as well from a horrible existence. It sounds like George Orwell, doesn't it? That's the sense I got from it. I was trapped in my own version of "1984."
In my dream, I received a text message from an unknown caller. One word appeared on the screen..."Courage." In the dream, I was being forced to leave my belongings and my home behind. Where was I being herded to? I do not know. Courage...
When I put this down on paper, it seems like such a simple metaphor. It's easy to see the parallels. But in the moment, last night and again early today, the dream itself was truly haunting. I felt a bit discombobulated this morning.
By the end of the day today, I'm sure those feelings will be gone. That's how dreams work. Since it's April 1st, I considered the dream to be an April Fool's joke from my subconscious. But somehow I doubt that. There is a real message here. I know I need to pay attention. But I also know I cannot let it bog me down. And as usual, I move forward...
What are the dreams you remember?
4 comments:
I remember A LOT of dreams when I wake up, but they do fade from memory as the day wears on. My therapist (to whom I went in 2011 for help in dealing with my nghtmares) told me that everyone in my dream is in some way a representation of ME. I don't know if that is really the case, but it does make analyzing my dreams more interesting. Anyway, have COURAGE.
You were dreaming about "1984"? That IS scary. Maybe the pressures of society are getting to you cause Big Brother is watching. Hope you get restful sleep tonight. And yes, Deb...have courage.
That dream sounds very disconcerting. Hopefully it will not recur again. Wishing you pleasant dreams and peaceful slumber! :-)
Are you sleeping darlin'? Hope so Deb! But that dream could always be a great idea for a play!
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