Woke with what seemed great difficulty from a dreadful dream of drowning. Dolly was furious to have her sleep so rudely disturbed so I scriggled her tummy and slipped out of bed to go make myself a hot drink and settle in front of the computer to watch missed documentaries on the BBC iPlayer. [I hate the way they stick 'i' in front of anything technical these days, though I suppose it's better than 'e'.]
Three hours or so later I pulled myself together, and dragged back to bed.
“Oh. Have you been somewhere?” Dolly seemed to ask, shifting over with considerable reluctance.
“Rude bloody cat,” I said, and dropped off quick as a brick from the top of a tall building. This time I seemed to stay safe in a dead, dreamless state, waking at 07:55 when Graham called to see if I was awake yet.
He got me a little worried yesterday, saying he felt tired and throaty. I told him I would, at the drop of a hat, jump into the car and fetch him home if there was any hint of his being sick.
It’s a threat that almost always works, this time being no exception. He’s fine.
But, all in all, a melancholy morning, being wet and rain-swept. Seeking a bit of fresh air I went for a short wander round the garden between showers. Mr Rusty, all wet and glistery, peered out at me from under the rampant shrubbery. If I were inclined to give a voice to cast iron garden ornaments I’d probably say he was demanding to be brought in.
No such luck. He’s far too heavy for me.
Wet and heavy
Hi John, it’s good Dolly was able to keep your place warm for you until you were able to get back to bed. I hate dreams that grab and won’t let go. When that happens to me I read, or watch an old, loved movie. Your garden seems to be flourishing, and you need Mr. Rusty to guard the plants.
Delightful picture of Mr. Rusty. As for waking, here it is the cat or visits to, well let’s see loo sounds better than bathroom. rotflmbo!
John, those nighttime brain wanderings can be strange indeed. Night before last I dreamed that Burt Reynolds was trying to choke me with a pink hair ribbon. Go figure! My husband informed me that Mr. Reynolds would probably be grateful that he was appearing in anyone’s dreams these days. So, there go – I guess that was my little random act of kindess!
It’s those dreams that wake you up and leave you feeling upset that I find peculiar. I recently had one wherein I came across a naked, skinny baby crawling and freezing in the snow. When I went to rescue it, its zombie-like mother came out of the home. Anyway, after awaking I was still trying to figure out how to warm this baby up and get it to safety, for the longest time … as if this scenario had really taken place or it was a problem I really had to solve. Weird.
I’ve been having a continuing series of dreams about houses I have lived in, and a house keeps cropping up that I have never lived in, but in the dreams, my husband and I are working on it. {Yeah, my husband is alive in these dreams.} It feels really urgent that we should finish the work on this house, so that we can move into it. (shrug) I’ve no idea what that could represent.
Thanks for the photo of Mr. Rusty! I truly adore him!
I hate the dreams that leave me shaken and creeped out. And Sil – I’ve been having dreams about my old houses, too! Odd.
“Approximately one-third of all dreams take place inside a building.The most common association for this is one’s physical self, or spiritual self, or both. Whatever is happening to the house is what you are experiencing happening to you. For example, if the plumbing is clogged it may be that your emotions (symbolized by the water in the pipes) are clogged. The different rooms in the house symbolize different aspects of oneself. Kitchen: nourishment; sustenance; creativity (as in ‘cooking up’ ideas). Hallway: a transition area. Bathroom: elimination of the old. Basement: your subconscious. Attic: high ideals and aspiration. Waking in a dark room represents exploring unknown parts of ourselves. Clutter indicates areas of our lives that we need to clean up or things that we need to discard. (Note which room is cluttered.)”-How to Use Dreams on Your Spiritual Journey, by Denise Linn