Nightmares
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| A picture that I took on Beacon Hill. |
On this blog, I've written about dreaming and nightmares before, but it's been a while. Thankfully, I don't have too many nightmares. So I thought I'd give you a glimpse into my subconscious.
The first nightmare was a few weeks ago. I was in a playground or some other open area outside. Out of the blue, there was gunfire. I looked down at my right arm and there was a hole with pink and red. I could tell that I had been shot. I was more angry than scared and thought, "This CANNOT be happening to me. It must be a nightmare." Then luckily I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I was in downtown Boston. Standing on Tremont Street near the corner of Park Street. It's up the street from this picture, but you can get an idea about the width of the street if you're not familiar with the area.
So I look at the street and see water gushing and everyone is running and panicking. All I can think is that I have to get to higher ground or I'm going to die, because the street is turning into a river. When you walk up Park Street, you're on Beacon Hill at the State House, so I started running up.
I tried to use my cell phone, but I wasn't reaching who I was trying to call. I was talking to someone in Oregon who was saying that things were horrible there too. I've never been to Oregon, but they seem to have a lot of cool bloggers there.
Anyway, I started running again and there were all these people around who I didn't know. And we were all looking for safety and sort of squatting in doorways and front steps to catch our breath and trying to think of what to do next. I put my head in my hands and started crying. Then I woke up. What a way to start the day. Geesh!
The more I think about it, I think it did mean something that all of us people were running and panicking in the shadow of the State House. Maybe the government is causing my nightmares. Hmmm....
Feel free to leave your dream interpretations in the comments!
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You weren't hiding in a doorway, you were keeping yourself away from the engulfing water and there was a door behind you -- another way out. You were in charge of your own fate and your subconscious was letting you know that. That's my funky interpretation, for what it's worth.
nance - I imagine for you September is going to feel very strange this year. Not going back to school! Your subconscious must be processing the change. It's hard to believe that September is just a few weeks away.
Usually I tell my mom about my dreams too. She usually notices something that I didn't pick up on. I do feel like talking about dreams is a away to get whatever the problem was out of our heads, so it will start to get resolved.
All of your comments are making me feel better already! ; )