Having one of our friends doing dumb things as late has prompted some heated discussions about bad trips. My argument being, my dreams are so disturbing, why would I want to be out of my head?
I think I'd go even more insane which is why I refuse to be my usual impartial self and look at the other side that is that it could be good psychologically once in a while to gain perspective.
For example, last night, like most every night, I dreamed about strangers and places I have never been. Strange women wearing corsets, dresses, lace, and ribbons. One of them was the daughter of a doctor. She'd been stealing medication to self medicate. Her skin turned really brackish green as though she were decaying already, and her mind was a mess. So she broke a water glass and slashed her wrists with the shards. The other woman, of an age with her, found her all drenched in blood on a bloody mattress, and got her some actual help, stopped the bleeding, washed her skin, dressed her in stark white dressing gown and said, "Why'd you reach for the glass again?" She also called her by name but I can't remember it now.
My dreams are generally bloody, violent, quite disturbing and have been since I was small. I really wish it was different. My husband is constantly asking if I am okay when I wake up from one of these. I basically just snuggle close and cuddle because it disturbs me.
I have often wondered if I dream things that have happened in the past. No way to prove this.
A few times I have dreamed future events. I dreamed of my in-laws' house before I ever stepped foot there. Once I did go there, it was odd and quite almost exactly as the dream.
But, back to the original bit at the beginning, why would I want to see where else my mind would go?
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