Another "silent film". This one was about a woman in some sort of cult/commune/workhouse thingy. At every meal, she had to take these pills before she got any food. After she took the pills, she would be happy for a while, but every meal time, she confronted the pills with the same look of dread.
And that was the dream. Take pills, work, take pills, work, take pills, work. On and on, ad infinitum
2 comments :
Sometimes I have truly awful dreams... the kind that leave you shaken and upset all day. I can still remember one that I had when I was 12 that upset me for months. The flipside of that is that I sometimes have awesome dreams that leave me feeling good for weeks.
I dream in colour and often remember them. A couple of nights ago I had a dream that we had a garden full of artichokes. I hate artichokes! But it was a happy dream, domestic bliss with hubby and an abundant garden (our garden is getting sadder and sadder by the month - I hate gardening). Most of them though are unremarkable.
Your dream though reminds me of how I feel about work most of the time.
It wasn't that long ago that I found out my dreams are atypical in the sense that I'm usually not in them and there's no sense of them being "real". Most of them play out like films, complete with "camera" and "scene" changes. Sometimes scenes play out multiple times, but in different ways; like watching outtakes on a DVD. Also, they're frequently a touch surreal, like some sort of arthouse film.
I think a nice dream about living in domestic bliss with a garden full of artichokes would be a welcome change.
Post a Comment