A Window to my Psyche: Part 1
Dreams. A window to the psyche. A regular read of mine, Follow that Dog, shared a dream she had this week where she was forced to throw kittens to a bird of prey. It was a vivid dream. I don’t often have dreams that stick out in my mind like hers. Many of the dreams I have, I forget promptly upon waking. I do have this sick need, however, to stay in a dream, no matter how terrifying. I force myself to stay asleep, see it through, fearing that if I don’t finish it, it will haunt me the next night. When I awake, I only vaguely remember bits and pieces, and generally know if it was a good dream or a bad dream.
There is one dream, only one, I vividly remember. I remember the way the sound echoed as my feet hit the floor. I remember the quality of light, vintage, giving the dream a 1970′s feel. I remember the heat I felt on my face, my confusion, my panic. I remember because it was nothing if not bizarre.
I sat in a dark room across the table from my English professor, chairs orange plastic you find in elementary schools. A spotlight illuminated the center of the table. I greeted her, leaned back in my chair, and flipped open the crisp cardboard cover of my steno pad, reveling my interview questions. The interview, an assignment for a newspaper, was going well, until a masked man rushed the table, yanked the professor up by the arm and whispered something directly into her ear. Surprise and fear gave way to horror on the professor’s face as the masked man stabbed her with a single blow to the gut. The man left as quickly as he came as the professor lay, coughing, bleeding on the ground.
I jumped into action, calling out for help, and looking urgently for something that could control the bleeding. (This is where it gets weird). Suddenly, trees from a nursery, roots wrapped in burlap, littered the room. My solution. (Don’t ask me why…. you tell me). I grabbed one by the trunk and dragged it towards the professor, lifted it, and placed the burlap roots directly on the wound. “That should buy me time,” I thought. I told her to hold on while I went to find help, and I quickly ran out the door, hoping to find someone, anything to help. The burlap wrapped tree could only do so much.
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Dreams are always quite frightening the next morning. I have a few recurring dreams that drive me nuts!
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