Dreams sound so lovely don’t they? Even the word ‘dream’ sounds, well, dreamy. We use it to describe all things, dreamy; that chocolate pudding, an ideilyc location, Troy at the local Asda. You get the picture.
Dreams are warped little shits in all honesty. Never in my life have I had a ‘lovely dream’. They vary between downright weird to anxiety laden fuckedupness. I have about 6 dreams every night; apparently those with Ehlers-Danlos rarely get into a deep dream state, so as well as always feeling tired, I think I’m also experienced enough to call out dreams for the crazy things that they are.
Last night I dreamt someone I love disappeared in the sea. Maybe they drowned, maybe they didn’t but they sure as hell vanished with no trace. This prompted loud sobbing at stupid o’clock while I tried to establish where the fuck I was.
Over a cuppa I decided to have a look at what this dream could mean & Google chucked this at me –
Well, no shit Sherlock. As someone with an unbelievable level of anxiety, that ‘concern’ does pretty much go hand in hand. However screwed up dreams aren’t exactly helping this anxiety. Do I really need an anxiety enduring dream about losing loved ones, to tell me that I am anxious about losing loved ones?
So today, even though I still feel ‘weird’ about last night’s dream, I’m putting the whole bloody dream thing in my ‘fuck it’ list.
Screw you dreams & your dreaminess.