Yesterday morning I met a
good friend, fellow writer Rochelle Bradley, at My Favorite Muffin. It was only
the two of us this week, so of course we talked for two hours instead of
writing. Regardless of that fact I enjoyed our time, and I proceeded to
accomplish a lot alone at a different venue before returning home.
An interesting thing about
her stories is how often they come in the form of a dream. She’ll flesh them
out upon waking, of course, and add many details, but her sleeping mind creates
amazing worlds and scenarios.
Sometimes I do that. Par for
my course, I might turn one into a short story, such as the one in which I was
a male zombie who learned he had far more humanity in him than the scientist
conducting cruel experiments in the guise of saving her species. Maybe I’ll dig
it up and share one of these days. It used to be on a now defunct fan fiction
website despite not being related to the book series we honored there.
Last night was different. I don’t
know why my brain needed to go to such weird places but I dreamed that someone
deleted my Instagram and Twitter accounts. That happened in reverse, actually,
after I found someone with a decided male Indian identity using my Gmail
address for Instagram. ~shiver~ That was weird.
Worse than that was the final
dream of the night (I did not want any
more sleep afterward). I was tasked with cooking a rice based casserole. To me
that was a sort of nightmare in itself as I’m trying to avoid huge carbohydrate
bombs. ~grin~ However, when I opened the can of whole tomatoes I found a tiny
kitten alive inside.
Even worse, I destroyed the
helpless creature to get my tomatoes. I woke up feeling almost nauseous with a
pounding heart. Ugh… What the heck?
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Yikes, that's a frightful nightmare. I'm happy to say that I rarely remember my dreams. I'm okay with that. Hubby dreams in technicolor and often thinks his dreams are true. That's too vivid for me.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day, Darla. ♥
I sometimes can't determine a dream from reality. It can be a bit much. Be well, my dear!
DeleteRemember my dreams, nope, I don't. I might remember a small section or not but usually I remember who was in it. I don't and can't ever remember having a nightmare, which I am glad for. Now I will say that when I was on my beta blocker for the heart, I had really strange dreams where they made no sense while dreaming them. I would wake remembering that whatever I dreamed about it was strange. Once I came off that, those stopped. I can't even tell you if I dream in color or not! Isn't that strange?
ReplyDeleteOoh, that's interesting. I can deal with nightmares over all your health issues, my dear. ~hugs~ Hope you're having one of your better days!
DeleteYou are so sweet....thanks. Answer to you on what type of day I was having happens to be in my blog today. Haha....I so your comment after I wrote the blog.....does that mean great minds?
DeleteI often remember my dreams. I always try to figure them out, then. Why and what does it mean to me, to the big picture. Dream sweet dreams, my friend. HUGS!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
ReplyDeleteA lot of times I wake up thinking my dream would be a good horror movie, but then I go back to sleep and can't remember in the morning. I always have odd dreams when I have salsa, I read peppers have hallucinogenic properties.
ReplyDeleteWow! I eat lots of hot stuff. Interesting. Thanks for the tip.
DeleteThat dream sounds awful. But if you take it from a purely symbolic view, what does it mean to you? I doubt you'd really sacrifice a kitten for a can of tomatoes ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the faith. I guess it's stress following my mother's death considering a friend's suggestion. You're right about me, for sure. Blessings, my dear.
DeleteI sometimes remember my dreams, especially if I've eaten certain foods or am going through menopausal stuff.
ReplyDeleteI hope they aren't bad, my dear. Be well!
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