Forgot to blog about my bad dream early this morning. We finished mahjong at 1 plus in the morning. I was a little hungry but refused to eat as I think I am just going to grow fatter if I ate anymore.
Well, bad dream again. This time, I was trapped in this room with yellow walls and I was shouting and screaming at my soon to be ex-husband, asking him why we cannot get divorced. I kept screaming, "Why, why, why cannot?"
I felt real desperate and felt that I was trapped in the situation and could not get out of it. We were running from one room to another. All hade eithr yellow walls or yellow ceilings.
Of course, as with all bad dreams, I woke up feeling out of breath and feeling horrible.
I must go see a lawyer soon... .
Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Bad nightmare
Had a bad nightmare in the wee hours of the morning again. This time, I chopped off someone's head (I think it was a guy's head), kept it in a container of some sort and went looking for another guy for help.
There was no blood whatsoever, but the thought of me having cut someone's head off and probably going to jail after that, just made my blood cull. The whole time, in my nightmare, I was just walking around this posh-looking apartment block that had posh dining places just next to it. I was just going round and round looking for this guy and looking for no one in particular.
When I finally found the guy (with no specific face in particular, as with most dreams), I tried to opening the container to show him the head. What happened was that 'dust' flew out and become a bluish redish spot of light. The light was moving about, as if a spirit was flying.
Somebody, a third person, who was having dinner with the guy I was looking for, reassured us that this light is a good sign. I panicked even more. I asked in my dreams, "How can it be a good sign when I have just decapitated someone?"
The third person, whom I vaguely remember as a woman, continued to assure and persuade me. Not long after, I woke up.
I was breathing real fast and until now, am still quite puzzled as to why I would have such a dream since I am not so stressed up about work already. Could it be that I am so sick of man in general that I went to chop their head off? Then why did I look for another guy to try to solve my problem? Is it because I still have hope? Haha! Not sure about these two explanations as I only just thought about it as I am writing this post.
If it really is so, then how could my brain be so wired up to make up such a 'chiem' and scary nightmare for me to dream? I mean usually, my dreams and nightmares are very direct and straight to the point.
Anyway, I will just leave it for awhile and if I do remember, I will ask my (ex) housemate, who has an interest in interpreting dreams.
There was no blood whatsoever, but the thought of me having cut someone's head off and probably going to jail after that, just made my blood cull. The whole time, in my nightmare, I was just walking around this posh-looking apartment block that had posh dining places just next to it. I was just going round and round looking for this guy and looking for no one in particular.
When I finally found the guy (with no specific face in particular, as with most dreams), I tried to opening the container to show him the head. What happened was that 'dust' flew out and become a bluish redish spot of light. The light was moving about, as if a spirit was flying.
Somebody, a third person, who was having dinner with the guy I was looking for, reassured us that this light is a good sign. I panicked even more. I asked in my dreams, "How can it be a good sign when I have just decapitated someone?"
The third person, whom I vaguely remember as a woman, continued to assure and persuade me. Not long after, I woke up.
I was breathing real fast and until now, am still quite puzzled as to why I would have such a dream since I am not so stressed up about work already. Could it be that I am so sick of man in general that I went to chop their head off? Then why did I look for another guy to try to solve my problem? Is it because I still have hope? Haha! Not sure about these two explanations as I only just thought about it as I am writing this post.
If it really is so, then how could my brain be so wired up to make up such a 'chiem' and scary nightmare for me to dream? I mean usually, my dreams and nightmares are very direct and straight to the point.
Anyway, I will just leave it for awhile and if I do remember, I will ask my (ex) housemate, who has an interest in interpreting dreams.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Bad dream
As usual, bad dreams occur in the wee hours of the morning and I find them quite stress related. This morning, in my dream, I kept worrying about my class visits (schools sending their students to the library) and in my dream, I kept repeating the same scene.
I was in the programme zone (where the session was going to be held) preparing for the visits, checking that everything was in working order. While I was checking though, I kept asking this other colleague or staff whether they were sure that I only had one class visit. I was grasping both their arms asking, "Are you sure? Are you sure?"
I was in panic mode in the dream and walking to and from the programme zone. The worst part was, in my dream, I knew that I was in panic mode and yet, I could not wake myself up and the panic feeling and the panic questions. It was like while I was in a panic in the dream, I could still see myself as third person, but this time around, I could not stop myself.
Usually when such dreams happen, I am able to use third person's point of view to wake myself up. This time, I could not.
The nightmare was finally over but I woke up with aching jaws and clenched fists. I was so tensed up.
Well, it is about time that I take a rest and even if I had to conduct class visits when I become part-time, at least I know I will have all the time to prepare and I do not have to f*&cking worry about manpower and getting bl*@dy region support. I will be the one going in to support them and they are the ones telling me where to go. Saves me all that explanation.
Feeling so tired now...going to get my well-deserved sleep.
p/s: I mean saturday morning when I had the bad dream. Didn't realise that the time was past 12 midnight when I posted this.
I was in the programme zone (where the session was going to be held) preparing for the visits, checking that everything was in working order. While I was checking though, I kept asking this other colleague or staff whether they were sure that I only had one class visit. I was grasping both their arms asking, "Are you sure? Are you sure?"
I was in panic mode in the dream and walking to and from the programme zone. The worst part was, in my dream, I knew that I was in panic mode and yet, I could not wake myself up and the panic feeling and the panic questions. It was like while I was in a panic in the dream, I could still see myself as third person, but this time around, I could not stop myself.
Usually when such dreams happen, I am able to use third person's point of view to wake myself up. This time, I could not.
The nightmare was finally over but I woke up with aching jaws and clenched fists. I was so tensed up.
Well, it is about time that I take a rest and even if I had to conduct class visits when I become part-time, at least I know I will have all the time to prepare and I do not have to f*&cking worry about manpower and getting bl*@dy region support. I will be the one going in to support them and they are the ones telling me where to go. Saves me all that explanation.
Feeling so tired now...going to get my well-deserved sleep.
p/s: I mean saturday morning when I had the bad dream. Didn't realise that the time was past 12 midnight when I posted this.
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