Dreaming

I think I need to seek psychiatric help with my dreams as of late. Who does one call when their dreams are more messed up that a mad hatter tea party crossed with Emilie Autumns Asylum for wayward Victoria girls? The Sandman? Morpheus the god of dreams? It’s not just the content of the dreams that my subconscious is creating but the random little things from my past that keep popping into them. It’s not necessary a significant thing, it may be as small as a diary cover I had when I was a child or a random classmate from primary school. But so far the majority have been dark, disturbing, and gross and seem to have malicious undertones.

A couple of things are bugging me as well, now that I sit down to write a blog about them and to get your insight the majority have slipped from my grasp, like holding onto sand to tight I suppose, it slips through your fingers back onto the beach and is indecipherable amongst the other grains। I have a picture of giant hourglasses now, and my brain is going on a tangent. I want one. A tall gothic hourglass with deep crimson sand inside – it (hourglasses) would make quite a cool object to collect.

*shakes head* back to the dreams…
One was of particular eww-ness and I advice not to read below if you are currently consuming any kind of food or beverage. A relatively small pimple was discovered on my face by a friend of mine (V) who’s friend of hers (S) – but not a friend of mine if you know what I mean – was there also. Now they decided to squeeze it with tweezers… gunk kept coming out of it for quite a while. (Told you it was gross) try interpreting that!!

Themes from my dreams range from the exciting to the scary to the mundane act of making toast or looking for keys. I have had a few dreams reoccur, not the actual dream in its entirety but the themes and such. I get lost in houses a lot that I do not recognise from my waking life, and the lights don’t work. I turn the lights on and it takes a few minutes for them to actually light up. I also have bathroom dreams…. Weird I know. But that’s me…