Dream Journal 00

I have always been fascinated by dreams. Much like Freud, I believe that symbols found in dreams may be the secret code of the unconscious mind. In this blog series, I have decided to share excerpts from my dream journal with some theatrical spins and literary embellishments. I hope that you enjoy reading the strange and unique happenings of my dreamscape. If you want to try to decode the symbols of your own dreams, you should check out the dream dictionary webpage. It includes a large database of popular dream symbols and their possible meanings. 

“The interpretation of Dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind”
― Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams

I stood in the middle of a short and narrow hallway. A large white wooden door was to my right, and in front of me was a oval shaped mirror with an antique golden frame. I looked at my reflection, but I hardly resembled myself. My long dark hair tumbled down my shoulders matted and unwashed. Its oily sheen caught the light like an obsidian stone. My eyes were swollen and puffy. Dark circles draped underneath them. I looked at myself for a short time before remembering that someone was waiting for me outside.

I rushed through the white door and out into the yard of a big white house. A car was waiting for me in the driveway. Inside, two girls from my old high school sat waiting for me. One of the girls I recognized as Olive Grant. She had shoulder length sandy brown hair and huge circle wire rimed glasses that took up most of her face. She sat in the drivers seat. Beside her sat a girl that I had never met before. I slid into the back seat and the 3 of us took off.

Olive and her friend were laughing and chatting throughout the entire car ride. I felt out of place. Neither of included me in their conversation and I didn’t make an effort to join in. I was ready to do a tuck and tumble out of the side door just so I wouldn’t have to listen to them gab anymore. Thankfully, we pulled into the drive way of a small house. Olive’s boyfriend, a blond haired marine with an inflated ego, waltzed up to the driver’s side window of the car.

I could see people drinking and socializing in the yard and could tell that there was a house party going on. I didn’t want to sit in the car any longer, so I took the arrival of Olive’s boyfriend as my signal to escape. I got out of the car, slamming the door behind me, and began to make my way up the sidewalk that ran along side the house. On my way, I ran into two women in their mid-forties. Instinctively, I knew that these women were the mothers of two party goers. However, I didn’t stop to talk with either of them.

Suddenly, I see a creature buzzing around me. I catch only a quick glimpse of it at first, but it is enough to make me freeze in terror. I couldn’t make out what the creature was. I had never seen anything like it. The only thing that stood out to me was it’s 5 inch narrow needle sharp stinger. As the creature buzzed closer and closer to me, I took off in a run trying to escape it. I shriek as the the creature plunges its stinger into the left side of my forehead.

The dream flashes, and I am now standing in the kitchen at my house. My husband Ross is with me. In my peripheral vision, I could finally see the body of the animal as it rested on my forehead, it’s stinger still inserted inside me. Slowly, I wrap my fingers around it’s body and pull out the stinger. I sling the creature away from me and take off in a run. I only make it a few paces out of the kitchen before the creature is on me again, struggling to jab its stinger into my ankle.

As it attacks my left ankle, I press down on the animal with my right foot. It was too late, the creature had inserted it’s stinger in me again. I reached down, attempting to pull the animal off of me for a second time. As I got closer, I could see that the creature was using it’s stinger to suck my blood. It was almost beautiful. It had the body of an angle fish, but it was covered in fine white mossy fur like a moth. It’s skin seemed to be iridescent, reflecting back rainbows as the light hit it’s fur just right. Finally, I dislodged the creature from my ankle.

Then I woke up.

Do you keep a dream journal? Have you had any crazy dreams lately that you would like to share with me? I would love to hear from you in the comment section below. If you enjoyed reading this post, please shoot me a like, comment, or follow.

Love Always, AnxiouslyM          

3 thoughts on “Dream Journal 00

  1. Y. Lespar says:

    Greetings, M! I enjoyed reading this journal entry and particularly like your descriptive narration style. I’ve recently returned to dream journaling after several years. Lately, I’m particularly interested in the use of experimental grammar to capture some of the more surreal aspects of dreams.

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