I woke this morning from a dream turned nightmare. It starts colorful and bright, euphoric and exciting.
I’m carrying my baby so beautiful no one can take their eyes from her. Her face shines up at me from my arms as I walk through the store, showing her everything and she taking it all in.
A knowing look from a familiar face catches my eye. The world is illusion, replaced by reality. The bundle of joy in my arms turns to a wad of filthy rags. There is no baby and there never has been.
The world turns grey and dark, sharp and hard. I feel their eyes on me, like pawing hands pulling me apart seeing everything I really am. Most look on horrified or disgusted, a few pity me. I want to disappear, to cease to exist. But I don’t. I’m on display, my crazy rantings are on display.
Hands are gently pushing me towards the doors.
My sister come rescuer whispers, “Everything will be okay.”
I feel reality so sharp, my body is bleeding from cuts no one can see. I’m covered and cannot move without wanting to cry out. But I don’t, the pain of humiliation is too great. I keep silent.
I woke this morning from a dream turned nightmare. I don’t know where it came from. I tell myself I’ve never had delusions. At least I don’t think I have.
I don’t know much about dream interpretation, but this would be interesting to interpret.
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Oh, I’m not sure I want to know. Thanks Lulu.
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Go to the nearest portal, let out a scream or several of ‘God Damn It!’, brew some extra, extra strong coffee, AND/OR a shot or three of the favorite liquor or wine..
Then repeat this: “Everything will be okay.” over and over..
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I’ll go with the liquor, thanks. Good suggestion.
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Hellz’ Yeah. AND you’re welcome..
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Holy nightmares, really? Wish I could help, but I have them too. Should we start a chapter?
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It was very weird. The world went from bright and sunny to colors of muted grays. Maybe I should write about being an insane person. I’ve had a dream several months ago in which I heard voices and saw people who weren’t there. I knew it wasn’t real, but couldn’t stop seeing/hearing them.
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Ha ha ha. Is that a story cooking?
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Deidra Alexander’s brilliant return…
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Thanks. I normally take sleeping pills but since I have a month off, I’m only taking 1/4th of the normal dose. When I take a full dose, I don’t dream. Maybe I should write a few others.
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[…] The Darkness. […]
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Sounds like ANOTHER delusion. ;->
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‘The abyss’ (not literally meant) is a grim enough thing.
I like your quote about the destruction wrought by a fiction writer.
We are a dark lot.
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Hey Lucinda, It was an inspired moment. Thanks. Dee
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Dreams are amazing! Even the odd ones are sometimes attractive. Still I find myself feeling better waking up and reminding myself, “It was just a dream.”
Sometimes they set up imagery for writing, even if it’s not used directly.
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Is this a dream you had, or a fictional dream you made up?
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This was actually a dream. I could probably write a book from a mentally challenge person point of view. I have had several dreams from that perspective.
Thanks.
Dee
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It’s extraordinary what the brain can conjure while we sleep – I guess the grains left behind in the morning are what become our stories. Vivid and disturbing – but fascinating.
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