I Woke Up
Seriously. I am getting quite tired of having bizarre dreams. I rise in the mornings with strangely aching joints, randomly chosen it seems. This a.m. my eyes were nearly swollen shut (from allergies, I presume) and I feared imminent "fat-eye syndrome" ... the one that lingers all day and people think you've been crying or have some dreaded infection of the eye balls.
I read somewhere that dreams, although we don't always remember dreaming at all, are a way to rid the mind of anxiety, or just to clean out the ole' brains cells, as it were. You know, to kind of get gone all the random thoughts that have no value anymore.
People spend money on books and psychics trying to make sense of the mumbo-jumbo that filters through their consciousness. Personally, I would sooner just forget all that mental waste matter ... just like I don't want to look at a juicy steak and envision a steer being slaughtered as I warm up the coals.
But, I am still curious about one thing: Who was that bald, vicious-looking guy that chased me up a metal staircase with the intent to kill me and the baby in my arms? 'Sokay ... I killed him with sharp blows to his hairless skull with my trusty ballpoint pen.
I'm hanging tight!
Posted at Thursday, May 17, 2007 by
Sebago_Lady
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AbbyNormal
May 23, 2007 07:14 PM PDT
Dream interpretation! Ah, yes, let's see...
Red water towers causing imminent danger, bald headed pursuers. Freud would say it's a sexual (phallic) thing. But then, everything to Freud was a sexual thing.
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Daveman
May 17, 2007 02:21 PM PDT
Wow! Remind me never to show up at your house wearing a bald-headed wig!! <<shivers>> :-)
I know what you mean. I've had some doosey nightmares and some flat out just odd ball dreams. I could write a big book about them, but doubt anyone would buy it.
All I know is we dream. Sure beats the heck out of the Star Trek Holodecks :-)
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