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truepennyThe evidence of my subconscious is indicating I'm stressed out about something. Trouble is, I have no idea what. Conscious mind, when asked, says, What? Nope, nope, all serene here, Captain. So either my subconscious knows something I don't (which happens), or it's got its knickers in a twist for strange subconsciousy reasons of its own.
Either way, the result is anxiety dreams. The worst are the school dreams, where I dream I'm back in high school, and it's midway through the semester, and I haven't been doing the homework, and I've missed several class meetings, and dislike the teachers, and oh yeah, since it's high school and I have to take math classes, I don't understand most of the homework I haven't been doing. Woke up from that one at about four this morning, and it took several minutes before I found the ground again: No, I'm not taking classes, no, I'm not back in high school, no, I don't have to be anywhere at eight this morning, it's Saturday you twit.
The others at least weren't about school, although the one where I was taking care of two violins (my own and a friend's, and, no, I neither own nor play a violin and never have) and dropped one, damaging it, and then couldn't figure out whether it was my violin or my friend's violin ... that one wasn't nice, either. And the dream about being lost in an enormous restaurant-cum-hotel and not being able to find either of the friends I was with or the car, and needing to find them and get out before the management realized that we weren't part of the group that had booked the atrium and the waterfall of champagne. And bumping into people, and knocking things over ... Although at least Stitch showed up briefly in that dream.
There was also a dream about being part of a team recruited to deal with an alien incursion--the aliens could be incapacitated by feeding them bubble-wrap, and all of us knew it, but we were being brainwashed by our superior into forgetting, so that we'd go up against the aliens with conventional weapons and be massacred. We still sort of knew that the bubble-wrap was the key and were hoarding it, even though none of us knew why.
Whatever I'm stressed about, I would really like my subconscious to shut up about it now, okay?
Either way, the result is anxiety dreams. The worst are the school dreams, where I dream I'm back in high school, and it's midway through the semester, and I haven't been doing the homework, and I've missed several class meetings, and dislike the teachers, and oh yeah, since it's high school and I have to take math classes, I don't understand most of the homework I haven't been doing. Woke up from that one at about four this morning, and it took several minutes before I found the ground again: No, I'm not taking classes, no, I'm not back in high school, no, I don't have to be anywhere at eight this morning, it's Saturday you twit.
The others at least weren't about school, although the one where I was taking care of two violins (my own and a friend's, and, no, I neither own nor play a violin and never have) and dropped one, damaging it, and then couldn't figure out whether it was my violin or my friend's violin ... that one wasn't nice, either. And the dream about being lost in an enormous restaurant-cum-hotel and not being able to find either of the friends I was with or the car, and needing to find them and get out before the management realized that we weren't part of the group that had booked the atrium and the waterfall of champagne. And bumping into people, and knocking things over ... Although at least Stitch showed up briefly in that dream.
There was also a dream about being part of a team recruited to deal with an alien incursion--the aliens could be incapacitated by feeding them bubble-wrap, and all of us knew it, but we were being brainwashed by our superior into forgetting, so that we'd go up against the aliens with conventional weapons and be massacred. We still sort of knew that the bubble-wrap was the key and were hoarding it, even though none of us knew why.
Whatever I'm stressed about, I would really like my subconscious to shut up about it now, okay?
