Do you ever have a night where you feel like you dream the entire time? I did last night. Most of the night, my dreams were good. Comforting, happy, fun. I would wake after one of those dreams with a big smile on my face, drift off, and dream again.
I love those nights.
But, this morning I woke a little after 5 and when I drifted off again, my dreams went from comforting to scary.
I was driving a maroon car. I think it was something like a Dodge Charger (which is funny for several reasons, one being ME? IN A DODGE CHARGER? REALLY? LOL) I think I was delivering something for my job and suddenly a big car full of men was behind me. And they were shooting at me.
Being the ace driver that I am, naturally, I got away. But I was freaking out. WTF did this gang want with me? What had I done?
I pulled the giant car down a cobblestone street (probably pedestrian only knowing me and my ace driving skills) and thought I was hidden pretty well. But of course, they found me. I revved up the car and punched it, only to get stuck between a tree and a building. (see? Totally an ace driver)
I jump out the back and lay low behind the giant tree trunk while the gang of miscreants empties their automatic weapons into the car. Luckily they didn’t see me escape, so they think they’re killing me off.
Just then, a dude pulls up behind me, grabs me, and pulls me into his car. He whisks me off like some kinda super hero. He tells me his name is Jackson (why I remember this, I don’t know. Maybe he was Action Jackson?) and he needs to take me to see someone.
We go to an old apartment building that looks condemned, he knocks, and Laurence Fishburne opens the door. Suddenly I’m feeling a bit like Neo from the Matrix. Like maybe I’m the chosen one or something. Fishburne welcomes me into his very beautifully decorated home, sits me down, and Jackson tells him the story.
Just as I’m starting to relax, the miscreants find me. And I wake up.
I did a little googling this morning to see what the hell all that meant. Chasing dreams indicate stress. Okay, I can see that. To dream you’re being shot at suggests a confrontation in your waking life. Alright. Not so far off. Being rescued represents an aspect of yourself that has been neglected or ignored and that you are trying to express this neglected part of yourself. Hmmm.
Funny how the subconscious works.
Do you have any weird or recurring dreams? Have you ever tried to figure out what they mean or do you just chalk it up to weird brain waves and move on?
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 