Before you ask, yes I know not all my posts hit the mark (i.e. yesterday). It is what it is 🤷🏼♀️. It’s the way my brain works and somedays I have to follow where it goes. Hence my post yesterday. However, I stand by the points I made about fashion and women’s clothing 😁.
In other news, I was looking back at some old posts and realized two things: one – I started talking about organizing my desk in October, which I accomplished three months after the fact 😆; and second – I haven’t posted about my dreams lately. I think that’s because I have been struggling to remember them when I wake. Some nights, they are as clear as a bell while other nights it’s such a mishmash, I can’t hold onto the images.
Well, this last week has presented me with some fodder to share with you. Maybe if I write about it, I’ll get some clarity. Or you My Lovelies will provide me with some insight 😊.
One image that haunts me is from last week, I dreamt that two bright spotlights were shining in my face and I could not open my eyes for the life of me. No matter how hard I tried, my eyes just couldn’t open, and the images of the spotlights were burned into my corneas. Now I’ve had dreams in the past where I couldn’t open my eyes because of the brightness surrounding me but that was when my bedroom windows faced east and the morning sun was directly on my face! When I finally dragged myself out of this dream, it was still semi dark in my room, just the natural rising sunlight that my clock emits – certainly not bright like the natural sun and not shining in my face either. I think my brain just didn’t want to wake up and was forcing my eyes closed 😜.
Another night I dreamt about one of my previous bosses (and even in my dream she still didn’t like me 🙄). Now I have found out that since I left that job, she has passed away. Apparently, haunting me was on her afterlife to-do list. Now I hadn’t thought about her in a long time, so why she showed up is beyond me. Anyway, in my dream, she is telling me that I need to be into work at 9:30 am the next day. Flash to the next morning and I’m running late, which if you know me is not uncommon, but I was so late that I hadn’t showered, brushed my teeth or even gotten dressed (I was in pj’s, not naked 😁) and I kept saying to someone that it’s no big deal, I’ll be a little late, she won’t care. Next thing I know I’m transported (unwashed and in pj’s 😬) to my office, trying to avoid her at all costs, and not able to find my office. I was a hot mess! Thankfully, that dream dissolved rather quickly 😮💨.
Then there is last night with two strange dreams, as usual. One involved my ex (🤢) giving me a Porsche for a gift (apparently, we were still together? Double 🤢). Only what starts out as a Porsche, turns into a bucket seat that I have to move by digging my heels into the ground and pulling myself along. Why? I have no idea; my mind works in mysterious ways….
And for the grand finale – I dreamt that I had seriously wounded my arm. Like blood gushing from at least 3 wounds. But I don’t know how it happened. I was however hiding with some guy in a dark room and I, as different person, was blotting my injuries with a cotton ball. In other words, I was two people in the dream, the injured party, and the caretaker. Follow me so far? And the cotton balls were doing f🤬🤬k all to help! 😆😆. I am bleeding like a sieve and caretaker me isn’t even applying pressure (I guess this means I suck at taking care of myself? Lot to unpack there 😬). Finally, caretaker me wraps the wounds in gauze, starting at the shoulder and working my way down the arm. And the blood is still bubbling up through the gauze only now, it’s a milky white tinged with red and caretaker me is back to blotting it up with cotton balls?!? WTF am I dreaming? And before I can find any resolution, the dream dissolves and I’m exhausted trying to keep up with the narrative 🤪.
As always, confusing and unclear. Except that maybe I suck at taking care of myself 😳?
The lines (ok comments section 😁) are open and requesting your most hilarious interpretation of this mess.
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