I’ve been trying to keep mental track of my dreams lately, and I’m finding I’m doing a better job of remembering them, but they’re usually odd and very unsettling.
Last New Year’s Eve somebody, maybe my brother, asked what my dream car was. I remember saying I don’t dream of cars, I dream of other strange things. Which is entirely true. About a week ago, I dreamt that one of my spinal vertebrae was replaced with an apple slice, and the doctor said I have Apple Slice Disease, which is chronic but doesn’t affect your life much other than knowing you have an apple slice embedded in your spine.
In my dream last night I skewered a puppy with a bow and arrow for not voting. I had a dream I was in the backyard with my brother, and we were shooting things with his bows and arrows, doing target practice. There were three puppies in the backyard–those white crusty ones that Hispanic families have. I was told that the puppy in the middle didn’t vote, so I was supposed to, or could, shoot him if I wanted to. I was taking aim at the puppy just for fun, assuming I’d miss and the arrow would hit something else, but to my horror I shot the arrow into the puppy.
In another dream right before this one, I had a dream I was in Japan with my two college friends–because I just got back from a trip to Japan with my two college friends–and we were in an area of town full of homeless and chaotic smelly individuals who would try to scare passersby and toss bags of rotten and discarded trash in their general vicinity, or at them, to spray them with foul smelling trash water. I saw somebody getting clocked with a rotten watermelon as we ran away.
I don’t know why I have these dreams. I have dreams–or nightmares–of my boyfriend relapsing. I had a dream an uncannily human looking scarecrow was following me and trying to flirt with me and I had to tell him I was uninterested and he looked weird.
Trying to bridge the gap between neocortical and limbic thinking. Why are all my dreams unsettling? They’ve been that way since I’ve been a child. Maybe it’s just the ones I remember. Are everyone’s dreams unsettling? What are my actual dreams? The ones I have during the daytime, the things I’ve been trying to achieve?
I’m realizing a lot of my friends have daddy issues. Is that just the nature of the people I hang out with or just the result of reality? Is it a skewed sample size or an accurate one?
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