Dreams are a funny old thing in that there is nothing more dull than listening to someone else’s dream but every time I have what I consider to be an “interesting” one I feel the need to tell people about it. Many people. In great detail. Despite the glazed look in their eyes.
The problem is, of course, that it is exactly the same things that make the dreams so “interesting” to the people having them that makes them so boring for others to listen to - they don’t make any sense...
“And then my arms sort of became flags…”
“Became… flags?”
“Yeah, yeah and so…”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Oh I know but it sort of did at the time.”
“Riiight…”
“Where are you going? You won’t believe what happened next…”
Last night I had a dream that my mother was trying to kill me. The entire family was in on it and holding me hostage. I had to keep making excuses to go the toilet and fishing my mobile phone out from my boot (where I had hidden it) to text my friend and get her to call the cops. For an unknown reason all the action also took place at my friend’s new house in Leeming.
This would be a bloody fascinating story if it had actually happened. I mean, I’m pretty sure that if my family did try to murder me a few people would be keen to hear the story. But as a dream? It’s not much of a story. How do explain to someone else the chilling way my mother explained to me that I had to die when it’s all my my mind? I just can’t and there’s no point anyway because nobody really cares about other people’s dreams. It’s sad but true.
And I’m just as bad. I have a real tendency to tune out when I hear about people’s brushes with their subconscious the night before. My attitude is that, unless it actually happened or the person involved in a psychic I don’t give that much of a toss. Oh unless it involved both me and James Franco obviously. In that case full details and a few illustrative sketches are encouraged.
7 comments:
I think your subconscious is trying to tell you something. Kill your mother before she gets to you first. And the rest of the family, especially if they're in on it.
You are so right. No court in the land would convict me...
I think death in a dream means moving onto something new - maybe the grown up portion of yourself is saying the child portion needed to die. Was the friend whose house it was in a childhood friend? Listen to me, I can write the stars for Community, honest!
I suppose this lack of interest on everyone's part is one reason I should be glad my dreams seem to play out like a script, with stage directions and incidental music and everything. Even dreams need a little post-production sometimes. Only it means I never participate I just stand there in slack-jawed horror. Which means, even in my subconscious, I am always the Observer.
Young observer, hmm you could be onto something. Though the friend's house wasn't a childhood friend. Also a park was involved somehow... hmmm.
I once had an awesome dream which was basically an entire musical. I woke up with the music and lyrics (original so far as I know) in my head. Sadly in real life I don't think a musical featuring a giant blue monster with a flower growing out of the space between his eyes would probably not be quite the hit it was in my dream...
but it definitely would excite the krishnas or whoever it is that belives in the third eye....
you're dreams are weird! Cool but weird.
Actually sounds like a great premise for a story. Sort of Flowers In The Attic but with the rest of your family holding you hostage, Hostel-style.
You could make a fortune out of this.
Everyone loves it when a Mother's love turns sour....
Flowers in the attic, minus the creepy incest too I hope.
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