Dreamweaver
Everybody has weird dreams, but I seem to remember mine more that most people do, maybe because my sleep stages are messed up. I don't think they have any special mystical meaning, but are usually just a way for my brain to work through whatever I'm stressed out about. My subconscious also steals heavily from whatever television show or books I've been consuming for its dream imagery, which I'm sure contributes to the strangeness.
This morning's dream was typically bizarre and random, but seemed to have a cool "message" (totally constructed by me) that makes it worth of blogging about. And hey, I've been searching for blog inspiration, so why not?
In my dream, my friends and I were being terrorized by a fierce and seemingly indestructible monster. (This was definitely inspired by the episode of "Shield" that we watched just before bed.) One by one, my friends were being tortured and killed and there was nothing I could do. The monster then morphed into a human form (vaguely resembling Spike from "Buffy") and...Gasp!...GRABBED KITTY BOO BOO!!!
I knew I was still helpless, but I rushed at the villain, my whole being screaming and pleading, "DON'T HURT KITTY BOO BOO!!" And...the monster stopped. Put Kitty Boo Boo down. Then I understood, in that dream way where you just know something, that the only way to stop the monster was by loving someone with a force that was greater than my desire to kill the monster.
Whoa. Kinda awesome, huh? (As long as you don't think too hard about how this implies that I love my cat more than my friends). This dream was also probably heaving influenced by just spending two days at a librarian conference geeking out about cats.
My dream got a little less noble, and in many ways more perplexing, in my dream's Act 2, when the monster morphed into an entity that was haunting my house. I got home to find my long-deceased Grandmother Johanna waiting to tell me that someone had broken into my house and destroyed some of the expensive collectible Norwegian dolls she had given me. I had to try very hard to control my anger so that the monster didn't feed on my rage and go after the person who had broken the dolls.
It feels pretty silly that I would dream about Norwegian dolls, as I've never been super interested in my Norweigan heritage or doll collecting (except Barbies). I do dream about houses fairly often though. I've read that houses in dreams represent you, which makes sense. Dreaming about a pissed-off haunted house seems like a pretty obvious memo to self that I've got some anger issues and lately haven't been as patient or understanding as I could be.
Love more and be less of a bitch. This seems like a pretty good message, whether it's coming from my subconscious, the world of Marvel comics, a little too much bedtime bourbon, or my dead Norwegian grandmother.
In my dream, my friends and I were being terrorized by a fierce and seemingly indestructible monster. (This was definitely inspired by the episode of "Shield" that we watched just before bed.) One by one, my friends were being tortured and killed and there was nothing I could do. The monster then morphed into a human form (vaguely resembling Spike from "Buffy") and...Gasp!...GRABBED KITTY BOO BOO!!!
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| Kitty Boo Boo (officially known as "Sprout.") "Of course my mom loves me more than any of you." |
Whoa. Kinda awesome, huh? (As long as you don't think too hard about how this implies that I love my cat more than my friends). This dream was also probably heaving influenced by just spending two days at a librarian conference geeking out about cats.
My dream got a little less noble, and in many ways more perplexing, in my dream's Act 2, when the monster morphed into an entity that was haunting my house. I got home to find my long-deceased Grandmother Johanna waiting to tell me that someone had broken into my house and destroyed some of the expensive collectible Norwegian dolls she had given me. I had to try very hard to control my anger so that the monster didn't feed on my rage and go after the person who had broken the dolls.
It feels pretty silly that I would dream about Norwegian dolls, as I've never been super interested in my Norweigan heritage or doll collecting (except Barbies). I do dream about houses fairly often though. I've read that houses in dreams represent you, which makes sense. Dreaming about a pissed-off haunted house seems like a pretty obvious memo to self that I've got some anger issues and lately haven't been as patient or understanding as I could be.
Love more and be less of a bitch. This seems like a pretty good message, whether it's coming from my subconscious, the world of Marvel comics, a little too much bedtime bourbon, or my dead Norwegian grandmother.
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