Dreams

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 –

 Disappear 

“To dream that people or objects are disappearing right before your eyes signify your anxieties and insecurities over the notion that loved ones might disappear out of your life. You feel that you cannot depend on anyone and that you will end up alone.”

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.

Tara x

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