Have I already used this photo? I can't remember. I like it though.
I was driving to work one morning this week and I suddenly remembered a snippet of a dream from the night before. An image popped into my head of blood coming out of my hand or leg. I couldn't remember exactly where I had been cut in the dream, but I had an image of blood and I remember being worried in the dream about my injuries. That's basically all I could remember. A quick image. A vague feeling.
This is why I'm not crazy about dreaming. I usually have dreams where I'm doing something embarrassing, or I'm in serious trouble with authorities, or I'm bleeding profusely from a gunshot or I'm teaching and my entire class refuses to follow my directions. I have that last one a lot. There's something kind of punishing about dreams. Life is hard enough, then I've got to go to sleep and deal with mayhem and malfeasance? Dreams get on my last nerve.
3 comments:
I feel dreams are our bodies way of dealing with uncomfortable thoughts without going through them in the "real life."
I have that teaching dream all the time. Actually, a lot of my dreams have to do with me being misunderstood.
Most often I don't remember my dreams. When I do, though, it's usually a dream where I've lost one of my children, and I wake up crying. It's annoying.
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