Strangely messed up
Nov. 9th, 2022 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootMy dreams were wack weird last night.
Normally, my current circumstances would work brilliantly for inspiration; nothing happening on the outside, exhaustion but nothing imbibed to influence sleep by way of indigestion etc, bland if any TV, going to bed and relying on what should be a reasonable circadian rhythm. It might not be of course; the cats have trained me to wake at rude times.
The last few days have been oddly garbled; strange but very clear visions flare up momentarily in my mind, and odd links appear, see Akhenaten and Dave the Stage Manager. Strange moments within dreams that stay sharp; last night it was a friend of ours arriving at the door, but the upstairs was in a mess and I was unprepared. Delighted to see them but suddenly aware of my floor covered in papers and cards. Someone advocating a certain prayer I remember.Why then, is there a need to pray? Am I worried or frightened without realising it?
My dream world and waking creativity are very interconnected, so I never trouble about visions, waking or asleep, unless once they are done, I find myself somewhere I did not expect to be, in which case I have suffered a bout of disassociative fugue (rare) or I 'get a message' which is malign or inimical. That to me is an indicator of huge stress, but it could always be more of course. I watch such occurrences with care, bearing in mind family history.
Nothing extreme has happened for a while, and yet I am aware of my own urges to the subconscious, pushing my backbrain to provide me with a story pronto.
Actually what I probably need to do is get more sleep, and even more sleep than that, then get out a bit. Tendonitis has made this last a little awkward. But still.
Normally, my current circumstances would work brilliantly for inspiration; nothing happening on the outside, exhaustion but nothing imbibed to influence sleep by way of indigestion etc, bland if any TV, going to bed and relying on what should be a reasonable circadian rhythm. It might not be of course; the cats have trained me to wake at rude times.
The last few days have been oddly garbled; strange but very clear visions flare up momentarily in my mind, and odd links appear, see Akhenaten and Dave the Stage Manager. Strange moments within dreams that stay sharp; last night it was a friend of ours arriving at the door, but the upstairs was in a mess and I was unprepared. Delighted to see them but suddenly aware of my floor covered in papers and cards. Someone advocating a certain prayer I remember.Why then, is there a need to pray? Am I worried or frightened without realising it?
My dream world and waking creativity are very interconnected, so I never trouble about visions, waking or asleep, unless once they are done, I find myself somewhere I did not expect to be, in which case I have suffered a bout of disassociative fugue (rare) or I 'get a message' which is malign or inimical. That to me is an indicator of huge stress, but it could always be more of course. I watch such occurrences with care, bearing in mind family history.
Nothing extreme has happened for a while, and yet I am aware of my own urges to the subconscious, pushing my backbrain to provide me with a story pronto.
Actually what I probably need to do is get more sleep, and even more sleep than that, then get out a bit. Tendonitis has made this last a little awkward. But still.
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