I had three dreams last night. I remember one primary involving a sand dune, a yard sale, and collectable antiques. Also, there was a person, male, that I was hiding from, running away from. I can’t remember why but, not like its anything out of the ordinary. A few nights before I recall a past significant other appearing to me in a dream, the dream took place at night time in a log cabin style home. He showed up because he was dying from some desease and I remember being so angry because it was a desease I had seen coming, a deasease that could have been stopped. I remember him coming closer to me, then laying atop my body, his chest pressing into my chest and his face and neck too close that I pulled out my key chain from my pocket and began stabbing him over and over with a house key.
The next morning, I became particularly alarmed by this dream but unsure why. Most likely, it is because there is an extremely rare occasion that a dream would involve violence that was acted out by me, the dreamer. I would confess that violent thoughts are not rare occasion in my mind, however they hardly arise in a dream state.
Interestingly enough, I recall the victim never actually being defeated. Later that day, I was stopped at crosswalk and saw a very near friend of the person on the other side of the street. I turned my head quickly and ran the opposite way into an antique store. I felt shuttered, like I was unable to show my face because of the guilt I bore. Guilt that was not of real guilt. An unworthy feeling began to stick through the following days. I had gone to sleep with a pain in the right side of my lower back that feels to get larger and larger every day. I could associate this pain with a dehydrated, caffeine induced ulcer.3 months ago • 0 notes