I dreamed about the end of the world all damned night last night.
You ever have those dreams that are vivid and sustained enough that, in those brief waking moments (such as bathroom breaks), you can’t believe you’re actually resting? That was me last night. I’d wake up exhausted, then fall right back into it when I went back to sleep.
I can’t even tell you what the circumstances were, but something apocalyptic had happened. I seemed to live in a condo about twelve floors up, but it wasn’t accessible from the inside. I had a system of ladders strategically placed along the outside facade to get to my unit’s balcony. Consequently, the first thing to do when I got “home” was to collapse in the floor and thank God I hadn’t fallen to my death getting up there.
I didn’t have my family. I think in this reality I never had. I spent some time on the phone to someone, but I don’t know who. It’s also not clear to me why I had to keep going back to my condo, particularly given how hard it was to get there. There was a lot of fire. It was nighttime all the time. I was really calm and accepting; this was just “the new reality.” I think I must have done all my freaking out already by the time I started dreaming about it.
Who knows what these things mean? Y’all better hope I wasn’t prophesying last night, though, ’cause if I was, the shit’s about to go down.
I do think I would like to have a sex dream of the same intensity.
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Blade Runner + jack daniels + chocolate covered nachos, perhaps?
See, I dreamed about kittens. I think we’re safe.
Sounds better than 2012 was. I dream about losing teeth.
“Dreams are froth.”
I hate that dream about my teeth falling out!
I used to have a recurring dream that I was driving up a narrow gravel mountain road that kept getting steeper and steeper until I finally started back-sliding. I woke up horrified every time.
That’s horrifying. I have those physically exhausting dreams whenever I take ANY kind of pain pill, which is why I hate them. I remember waking up this morning thinking that I’d just had a very pleasant dream, but I couldn’t tell you now what it was about…except I think I was on a bike for part of it. Anyway, let’s hope your next dream about a condo involves the beach.
‘seester: Yum. Pass the ranitidine.
kemtee: LOL!
BamaDan: That could be a sign that you fear emptiness, or that you’re uncertain about your goals in life. It’s also a sign that you dream about losing teeth.
Cheryl: Wow, that’s something. I never heard that one before.
marianne: Very different, you and I. I find sleeping on hydrocodone incredibly pleasant. Seriously, it’s a good thing I’m not rich and irresponsible. Opioids would wreck my life.