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.
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.