Posts Tagged ‘dream’
Dream Time
I have always, and hope to have, amazingly intricate/ fascinating/ out of the ordinary and sometimes quite macabre dreams.
I think over the last few nights it may have something to do with the delicious amount of chocolate ive been having before i go to bed.
Over the last few nights I’ve dreamt that:
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I had a baby. It was my baby. My boyfriend
(who is not to misinterpreted as at all violent/ abusive or at all anything but a absolute delight),
did not believe me.
So he squashed the baby between the pages of a my dairy… like in the Squashed Fairies books (Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairy Album).
I then panicked, but, simply got the baby out. Blew it up like a balloon and all was fine.
I have a few balloon related dreams. And i have soooo many baby related dreams.
Somewhat, terrifying?
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Curiouser and couriouser.
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A couple of nights ago I simply dreamt that singer, songwriter and all round wonderful musician Bob Evans, was my gynaecologist.
And I remember thinking to myself;
“Well, I’m sure my pap smear won’t be too awkward. “
And
“I’ve heard he’s a nice guy. I guess it could be worse.”
And yes, it could have been worse for me, but not for him.
Anyone who doesnt know Bob Evans should listen to him.
http://www.myspace.com/suburbankid
If only to imagine him as your gyno.
Sorry Bob.
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Oh, my life is changing everyday,
In every possible way.
And oh, my dreams, it’s never quiet as it seems,
Never quiet as it seems
- Cranberries
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The final dream i can remember from the last few days is a
BIG
reason why i decided to make my blog anonymous.
Not sure those involved would be too thrilled/ delighted/ estatic/ overjoyed or at all enthusiastic about the fact that i dreamt that
i killed someone.
Ok, not just someone. One of my best friend’s girlfriend.
(Now this Someone, i am often
pleasent/ civil / polite/ well-mannered and friendly towards,
but this Someone is Someone who i don’t partiularly
like/ care for or feel at all akin too.)
Anyway. I did not just kill her.
I shot her with an arrow.
I had someone else cut her into pieces.
I then fed her to the sharks.
And all the while I remember thinking;
“I am going to get in soooooooooooo much trouble for this.”
Terrible really.
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If anyone reading has any dream interpretation experience or wishes to simply philosophise/ dramatise or provide an explanation. Do.
