Nightmare

[smokingboot]

Intruders in our bedroom, two of them looking at me. I screamed, a full hearty scream that woke me and R up together, and I think I carried on for a bit.

I tried to articulate to him what I had seen, but I couldn't find the words to express the malignity of it.

But there, up pops my subconscious; words always help me. Malignity. I have one specifically malign problem, I fear another. Easy.

But I am dizzy and hopeless this morning, this feels terrible. I can't recall much about the intruders - I think one was female - but I still hear my own shrieks. They didn't entail that ragged low wooden sound of my voice scraping something out in the deepest sleep. They were the noise of a human in distress sounding the alarm. Ironically, it's a healthy response.

I made decisions about this summer. I decided that the issue would be sorted after good times, festivals and party stuff; as long as it's medically sound to do so, I'm not letting it get in the way of our lives. There's a weight to that, and it gets heavier each moment. Poor Donkey Body has had enough. I won't make her carry this much further.

Comments

[bleodswean]

Oh, that's fucken awful. *HUGS* I like your interp...the un / sub conscious is a marvel.

[flemmings]

How horrible for you. But yeah, malign intruders. The dreaming brain does deal out straight metaphors.

[mallorys_camera]

A dream with obvious symbolism. Poor little Donkey Body needs a place that's snug & safe.

[smokingboot]

Yes, my backbrain is a good friend if I pay attention to it.

[smokingboot]

She does indeed.

And I will not keep her waiting for much longer.

[smokingboot]

Thank you. I believe we have a lot more understanding packed away than we consciously access. The un/subconscious is an astonishing thing.

*HUGS*