Month of Mel 2012: Day 22

Welcome to Nightmare on Melf Street.

I had the most horrific dream last night. HORRIFIC. Unimaginable, even. And yet it happened not once…but twice. Yes. The same dream happened twice. I got up at 4:00 to watch TV and rid myself of the images that remained. I was awake for nearly an hour, went back to bed and dreamed the same dream. I couldn’t wake myself up, either.

I’m really slightly traumatized by it. I won’t go into graphic details because nobody else should be subjected to my nightmare but I will tell you, the main bad guy, looked a lot like the guy the actor who played Mitch Laurence on One Life to Live. This guy personifies creepy to me. Part of it is the smarmy character he portrayed and part of it is just the way he looks. Either way, let’s just say what he did was very brutal and even after he was captured, he got very angry and escaped his Hannibal Lector type bondage and came after me–again. In both dreams. He had Hulk strength and major anger and psychotic issues, but he never turned green.

Here are a few interpretations for some of the happenings going on in my dream (if you believe in this sort of thing.)

This dream indicates vengeful or resentful feelings toward the opposite sex. You feel that you have been violated or that you have been taken advantage of. Something or someone is jeopardizing your self-esteem and emotional well-being. Things are being forced upon you.” 

“This indicates negative feelings that are being pushed out of the unconscious. Feelings of hate, aggression or anger which you may have suppressed need to be addressed head on.”

“This suggests that you are feeling lost, overwhelmed, and/or inadequate. You feel that you are unable to take charge of yourself.”

“This indicates that you need to be re-energized.There may be a situation in your life that you are having difficulty in getting a handle on.”

 Hmmmm. Okay. Sounds like I may need to hit up a therapist soon. Or maybe retail therapy. Or Sand, Sun and Surf therapy. Or maybe Vitamin Margarita… or maybe just a sweet happy of some kind? Maybe I’ll run by Francesca’s or Box Turtle this weekend and see if I can’t treat myself to something sweet that will “re-energize” me. Oh, guess that qualifies as retail therapy.

Whatever that awful dream means, I can tell you one thing for sure–I never want to have that dream again.

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