|Kids woke me numerous times again last night. Bleh. |
Near the end of sleep, I had a dream. I was going to say a strange dream, but all my dreams are strange, and this was probably less so than most.
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This was all going along very nicely, for a very long time. I don't remember this part of the dream that well, but it seemed much longer than the part I do remember well. At some point, when I'm joking around with a couple people, I heard some kind of strange sound coming from a filing cabinet. The top drawer on a filing cabinet. In hindsight, I don't recall if it was music or buzzing or what. Might have been my wife's alarm clock going off. But it was an odd sound to be coming from there. So I open up the filing cabinet, and inside is an odd little device. ( Read more...Collapse )
And then I was awoken rather suddenly. I can't remember if it was one of my kids needing attention or my wife's alarm going off. I know my kids woke me a few times in the night needing something, and I got up to help with whatever it was. I also remember one time her alarm went off and she woke me to tell me what time it was, and to let me know she was getting up to get the kids ready. Because I was up so often in the night with them, I can sleep in if I want to. I mutter something about having had an odd dream, and decide to lay there awhile thinking about what it could mean. So I start really pondering this device, more than the rest of the dream. The friends, the office manager, the police, the Agent, all that seems less important than the device. Like somehow understanding what the device symbolizes will give me some kind of key insight for my life.
As I'm pondering that, my thoughts about it become weirder and weirder until I realize that I drifted off during my thoughts and had a dream in which I was trying to interpret my other dream, but my thoughts were so jumbled and dreamlike that I was left without anything useful.
This repeated itself several times over the course of the morning - trying to decipher the symbolism of the device and falling into another dream. I don't know what that was, nor why I was so attached to interpreting it before the rest of the dream. And I don't really know what the heck any of it means.
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