Quoth the Raven

The madness continues...

A couple of months ago I had another seemingly odd dream, actually it was more than odd, it was just plain crazy.

Joel and I were at a nightclub, that in itself is strange, and we bumped into a friend. I didn't recognize the woman, but she was tall and absolutely stunning. She had been flirting with Joel all night and in the end I invited her to come to our place. When we arrived home, for some bizarre reason I thought Joel wanted to have sex with her, so I encouraged him to go ahead (now if you know me at all, then you know that I am not the sharing kind of person that I appeared in this dream).

Well, Joel started to have sex with her and I walked up to them and slashed her throat with a huge knife. I still recall seeing the blood splatter everywhere. I turned to Joel and said 'try explaining all her blood on you to the police', and then I walked away.

Am I a seriously sick individual?

Another strange dream?

I must start posting more often as I think I must be going through blog withdrawals?

I had a dream...

I was at work and decided to go out for coffee with a friend. But I couln't be bothered walking down the road to the cafe so I used a wheelchair, of sorts, on closer inspection it was actually a desk chair with wheels.

After having a coffee we were walking back to the office and I realised that I had forgotten my wheely chair so I ran back to the cafe, only to find that someone was using it! Well, I got my wheelchair back and went outside but my friend had disappeared. So I started to walk back to the office, with my wheelchair in tow, before I could make it I was confronted by a gang of lesbians -  I did say it was another strange dream? I realised that they had swiped my wallet but I managed to get it back, only to find that all my money was gone. (Money disappearing could definitely have something to do with us signing the papers for our new home just yesterday?)

I then proceeded to wheel myself back to my office, which now seemed like miles, and miles away. On the way I stumbled upon human remains by the side of the road. Strangely enough, I wasn't shocked, surprised or even scared. All I remember thinking was that I now had something to post on my blog! 

You've heard of sleep walking...

 

but have you ever heard of sleep laughing?

I haven't but I now know that it exists.

It was a normal Tuesday evening. I rushed home after work to study and tidy up the house. By 8.30pm Joel and I were having a casual meal while watching re-runs of Angel. I was asleep by 11pm.

Like I said, "A normal night"?

I don't even know what time it was but at some point during the early hours of the morning I was awoken by my own laughter! I am dead serious. Actually, it was my own laughter and Joel's voice "Faith, what are you doing? Your freaking me out!"

I recall that Joel kept asking me what I was laughing at? I vaguely remember telling Joel my dream in between fits of laughter. Hey, I'm not talking about a little giggle, I am talking about the kind of laughter that causes you to make piggy sounds, and causes tears to stream down your face.

I am having a little chuckle even just thinking about it. I awoke around 6am to probing questions and stares from my better half. I do remember the laughter but couldn't remember what the dream was about?

Apparently, I told Joel that I had dreamed about 'a cheerleader who was doing sommersaults, she fell and landed on a row of guitars'. I have no idea what this all means, or why it was so hilarious but I am sure there was probably more to it? Who can understand the mysteries of the human psyche?

A slight case of Math anxiety

Well for about 19 years now I have had a recurring nightmare that revolves around mathematics.

The first dream happens in the home that I was raised in, and I have lost my math book. Feeling totally anxious, I search and seach but to no avail. The book is gone and I have an exam that I cannot study for, obviously because I don't have the text book. I have had this dream every 1 or 2 years for 15 years now.

Sometimes it may change a little.

I will be running late for class only to get there and find out that we are having an exam and I am not prepared for it. Alas, I panic, sit for the exam, fail, and wake up feeling anxious.

This dream also changes slightly, and I will get to the class knowing that I have an exam; that I haven't prepared for...and the class has moved to another room and I can't find it!

So you can understand the level of anxiety that I experience when I begin classes in Algebra, in real life. Of course I have the same dream leading up to the midterm.

Of course I take the midterm and pass - no problems.

So last night I had another dream revolving around mathematics. But something has changed.

This time I am back in the home that I was raised in, and I am watching television. Then I am getting ready to go to a book sale to try and find some bargains. The next thing I know I am back in the loungeroom and my mother-in-law is with me. We have returned from the book sale and she hands me a gift. It is a book she found for me at the book sale.

I look down at the book and I see the math text book that I lost in the first nightmare I had 19 years ago. I just recall looking at her in shock. Then asking her "Did you know that this was the text book that I lost 19 years ago" She didn't really know what I was talking about.

But this morning I woke up with a sense of calm, that everything was going to be alright.

I had a dream...

I dreamed a little dream the other night........... I was walking through a market in a far away place. The place was fairly empty, actually, no one else was around except my better half, Joel. We were frantic, it was Thanksgiving and we needed a chicken, yes I know the tradition is turkey, but we are Australians and don't even celebrate thanksgiving, so I will cook whatever I want - thank you! There had been a mad rush on chickens so there were only a couple left in the freezer compartment. Ok, so it wasn't too third world or they would not have an actual freezer. Hey, I have been to Mongolia, belive me I know what a Mongolian 'supermarket' looks like. Very scarey!

So I look into the freezer and there are the chickens that are left...but they did not look like your average QFC frozen chickens. They were chickens that looked just like your every day, run of the mill, or coop, chickens. Full feather dress and elongated for an even better effect. Think of ducks hanging in one of those oriental cafes. So I am desperate, we need a chicken...but as I look back in the freezer, guess who is looking back at me?...you got it the first time, Mr Chicken. Did I fail to mention that the eyes were still intact, well now he was looking at me, I was looking at him. 'How could I even contemplate eating this poor, defenseless creature?". I am sure that he was thinking the exact same thing..."hey, don't think your gonna be knawing of my sweet chicken legs - sweetheart!"....So that is where part one of the dream ends. (I must add that I included the chicken's supposed response, he did not really talk in the dream).

So now I am walking down the road, it was actually a path. I am about 7 years old and I am holding someones hand. We stop to read a commemorative plague that we have come upon while walking on the path. I am feeling really devastated and am concerned as to why my parents do not realise the inner turmoil that I am experiencing. I am also thinking that no one notices my feelings as I am always the happy child. At this point I, the 7 yr old, look up to the person who's hand I am holding, and it is me! Me, the adult. So now me, the adult, bends down and hugs me, the 7 yr old and says "Everything is going to be ok now Faith."

Well it is not exactly a nightmare, apart from the chicken looking back at me - that was seriously disturbing!! But strangely enough, the latter part is more disturbing to me. Well maybe disturbing is the wrong word to describe the emotions that this dream instills in me. Even now as I am writing this I feel a little teary, but I don't know why a dream such as this could bring about so much emotion.

I would love to hear from all you dream interpreters out there who have any comments. I have read some books and assume it has something to do with healing the inner child. Whereas the chicken dream may have something to do with my guilty conscience about eating chickens, which is the main staple in my diet.