Dreaming
For whatever reason, I’ve been experiencing incredibly vivid dreams lately. Trust me, this is quite a departure from the norm. A great many years have come and gone with nary a dark night dream noted.
Nothing worth remembering.
Something’s changed. Or maybe not.
Maybe, just maybe, I’ve grown aware.
Be whatever as it may, I’ve experienced a great many incredibly complex dreams lately.
Most revolve around my ex.
I wake spinning on an axis of knives.
* * *
Nothing worth remembering.
Something’s changed. Or maybe not.
Maybe, just maybe, I’ve grown aware.
Be whatever as it may, I’ve experienced a great many incredibly complex dreams lately.
Most revolve around my ex.
I wake spinning on an axis of knives.
* * *
posted by Jonas | 1/24/2011 11:46:00 PM
9 Comments:
Ow. Knives? Perhaps things that were not dealt with then are haunting you now?
Wishing much more pleasant (and equally vivid) dreams in the future.
Your unconscious is talking to you. Perhaps somebody is knocking at your door:)
Is there such a thing as closure? Ever?
"When you're dreaming with a broken heart. Waking up is the hardest part. Roll outta bed, down on your knees. And for a moment you can hardly breathe."
John Mayer - Dreaming with a Broken Heart
Little breaks, big breaks. They lurk, and come to surface when we've a little more mourning to do.
The picture says a lot but it didn't prepare me for knives. I don't think you're prone to exaggeration but I hope that's what the knives are. If not you're feeling very vulnerable indeed.
I'm definitely haunted, Ponita. Haunted by failure and treasures lost.
No question about it, Lilith. My subconscious never sleeps.
I'm with you on that, Kass. Closure? Not likely. Acceptance? Necessary.
I do like that song, Annie. It captures the truth of dreams...and reality. I'll be mourning for the rest of my life.
I didn't expect the knives, either (years ago). I didn't/couldn't foretell a great many things.
I cringe everytime I see you refer to yourself as a failure of any sort. I can't tell you how to feel, of course, and I will continue to read and comment even if you mention failure in every single post going forward. I just wish you would let it go and move on, look ahead.
I think the more you pay attention to dreams, the more convoluted they become.
Sorry to disappoint, Anna, but I'm inclined to look at myself with a critical eye (having been raised Catholic and all). But...if it's any comfort at all...I see the good as well as the bad. And, yes, I DO look forward (as well as back).
I'm obliged to disagree, my beloved Quaker bomb-thrower. The dreams I remember, the dreams that rattle and quake, aren't all that convoluted. There are those dawns when I wake and whisper to myself: "I understand." And then I cry.
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