#stupiddreams

[guesswewillfindout]

I had a dream last night. I don't usually remember my dreams because for years I did a mantra before sleeping repeating "I will not remember my dreams." I did that because I didn't want to remember the nightmares. I wanted to be able to function during the day. It works pretty well for me but occasionally I'll remember something.

Anyway, last night I dreamt I was at my parents house. I think I was younger. I don't live there anymore. My cat who has passed was there. I had to have her put down just over two years ago. The vet said she either had developed a neurological disorder or it was cancer. Either way it wasn't treatable and she was suffering.

In my dream, she was a juvenile again so her fur was shorter and lighter. She was a ragdoll cat and they get darker as they get older. I walked over to her and laid on the floor. I scooped her towards me so my arms surrounded her. We were face to face looking in each other's eyes.

Then, in my mind she said: I miss you.

It melted my heart. In my mind, I said: I miss you, too. Then, I woke up.

I cried for a while and it's making me cry writing about it. She wasn't super affectionate and I always felt like she would have been happier with a different owner. She was kind of bitchy and particular. When she got old she was really cranky. But she was part of my family for fourteen years. I love her. I do miss her a lot.

Now I'm ugly crying and my current cats are looking at me wondering what's wrong with me. This is why I hate dreams.

[confessionsofabipolarbaker]

running from my demons

nope. still don’t like running. 

but i had horrible dreams last night and just decided to put on shoes and go for a run. i dreamt about walking over shattered glass, flat shards that didn’t cut my feet. as i looked down at them they seemed like pebbles, i was mad they were there, i was mad i had to walk over them, i was mad someone broke glass. i picked up a piece - it was oblong, like a parallelogram i thought. i held it tight in my hand, indignant in my anger, feeling self righteous - how could THEY? 

another sleep cycle or two later, easily after 515am (i know this because i looked before i fell asleep again). i’m going in to a grocery store withe my sister and her granddaughter, we buy candy at one of those quarter clicky turny things, with the metal red lids. we are shopping, we meet a handsome clerk - i make the observation that we are all wearing denim and we laugh. i feel a hot rush of embarrassment? anxiety? i feel like i need to leave, go, run. i find a room, like a changing room in a clothing store. i try to lift my top off - maybe if i take this layer off it i will cool off, something will change, i will be settled. but i can’t get it off my torso, can’t lift it any higher than my chest. it’s tight, tighter, i can’t get my arms to move to pull it up and off or down. it feels desperate, claustrophobic, is this how i will be found- strangled by my own clothing? i try again - duck my head down, throw my arms up, the top moves over my mouth and i inhale the fiber of the fabric - i wake with a gasp to morning light. it’s 711am. dammit i have an hour more i can sleep if i try... i’m determined at that moment to get up and run today.

on my excursion today i find a walking path “now open! walking path! and scenic bridge!” it’s less than impressive, but i get a cool photo. and disturbingly i find a tree stump with pieces of glass sitting on top of it, like a forrest shrine. a green piece, a clear bumped bottom of a bottle, two others. i walk a few steps forward and find a milky shard, lightly sticky with mud from the rains yesterday. i place it on the alter. i’ll come back again.

even though i still don’t like running.

[bunnystewart1-blog]

#nevergiveup #stupiddreams #idiotsavante #iwillgetthere

[eveebelle]

Help lol (mature content below)

So can someone help explain to me something? I've never understood dreams but last night I had this dream. And it was vivid af. I don't know if it was just a dream or it has a different meaning or something along those lines. Or maybe I'm just crazy. I was in this maze/funhouse setting with lots of mirrors (not the fun weird ones but the actual real ones) and tons of doors. There was this big, butcher like man and he was mutilating children. Cutting tongues, crushing skulls, slitting throats, you name it. They would come back and try to take me to this man to face my death. (No I haven't been watching Gorey/Horror things in a LONG time) They would chase me but the scariest part was I could feel. I could feel the warmth, stickiness, wetness from the blood on my hands or I could hear the screams very well. In the dream I was hiding and there was this mirror so I would face to mirror to see what was behind me but I hear this screaming of his victim in the next room so I remember feeling myself cover my ears and I was shaking in the dream. I woke up because he had found me and was about to slit my throat. What does it mean? Is it just a really bad dream or does it represent something? Idek tbh

[meliiissawith1eye]

Sweet sweet snooze button

My alarm rang, as usual, at the butt crack of dawn. I tapped the snooze button, because why the hell not. And apparently, fell asleep enough to have a incredibly detailed dream about getting ready for work. My alarm rang again and I , half sleepily/half ravioli, tapped snooze again, because duh, I'm ready already. Next alarm rang and that's when it finally hit me, it was all a dream. A big stupid dream. Who the hell dreams about getting ready for work??

[theblueandwhiteknight]

Well that was a shit sleep

[snowpunzelriot]

*sobs* stupid dreams about Ron getting hurt. Then katey had to step in and help him. BITCH!

[ragingkokujin]

Completely Stupid

This is five types, four degrees, three flavors and two denominations of stupid.