Uneasy

[smokingboot]

Here we go again, post covid fatigue wearing us out. Even reading is hard.

Unpleasant dreams last night, something about a person I had murdered being discovered, all horrible, but it was at the last moments, when dreams fade into waking and you really can't tell the difference, that things got properly nasty.

I saw a woman's head being severed on the chopping block,her neck refusing to be sundered completely,and therefore hacked through a few times. Her lips were moving mechanically at the end, as though she was still trying to say something.

Like pretty much every Brit of the 70s such references take me straight back to tales of Anne Boleyn, but of course, that's wrong.There was no hacking, her head was swept off in one with a sword by an executioner skilled at his job. Mary of Scots was not so lucky, a proper botch job of three strokes, her lips supposedly moving for a quarter of an hour after her death. Brrr! It makes me feel cold to think of it. In a way I feel for Elizabeth, but I also feel a kind of superstitious dread that she didn't continue the merciful favour her father showed her mother. If she was going to kill her cousin at all, she owed her at least a similar courtesy, a swift expert executioner. Dreadful dreams! And so strange when there's so much to be happy about! Despite this exhaustion and the cold snap, life's been very pleasant, great friends, great films etc. Still, I feel very uneasy today, and there's no reason for it.

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

That's quite a dream.

I might be inclined to look at it metaphorically—like: Is there something I'm losing my head over that I shouldn't be?

[smokingboot]

You know what?

That metaphor is a perfect fit.

Thank you, this really helps me X

[flemmings]

Oh, you have the 'I murdered someone and now the rotting body's been discovered' dream too? It's one of my regulars, though not as often as 'remember that person you killed back in the 70s? No, I know you made yourself forget but you slit an old woman's throat back in the 70s!!'

[smokingboot]

Eeep!

Well, at least we are not alone in our hideous dream guilt! This one's a sort of rare recurrer, I get it reliably once every nine months or so. The head was a novel addition, though often the damage I have done is based around the neck.

And oh my,yes, the horror of remembering that person whose throat you slit! why are these things always so gory?

[flemmings]

I'm still trying to figure out what throat-slitting could mean in a dream context, especially when the presumed victim was a 6'6 guy whose throat I couldn't even reach in reality.