I had the worst dream I have ever had in my life last night. I woke up screaming, and drenched in sweat. My sheets were completely off the bed, so I must have been thrashing about like a lunatic for some time. The dream was so bad that in the calm light of day, I almost feel towards my subconscious the way I would feel towards a good friend who had betrayed me:<\/p>\n
“How could you do that to me? Don’t ya love me? Why would you do that???”<\/p>\n
I feel battered by my own subconscious. I want to get back at it for putting me through such a horror – I still can’t shake some of the images … but I guess I should probably look at the dream, and try to figure out what it’s trying to tell me. Because obviously my subconscious feels that I am so dense and so slow that it needs to SCREAM ITS MESSAGE AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE so that I will get it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I had the worst dream I have ever had in my life last night. I woke up screaming, and drenched in sweat. My sheets were completely off the bed, so I must have been thrashing about like a lunatic for … Continue reading