So, a few minutes ago I woke up after a restless sleep. Although this is the first time I've remembered this dream it feels like I've been dreaming it for weeks.
In the dream I am 100% me. A 42 year old white British male.
The theme is always the same.
Tonight was the first time I realised that the environment was a sort of asylum or open prison.
There has been a pervasive feeling of confusion and dulled senses in all of the dreams and feelings of directionlessness.
There has also been a feeling that I was imprisoned though until tonight not in full awareness of this...and being in a maze or a trap. Dulled senses.
Most of the dreams have taken place in gardens of some description. The only difference tonight was that my brother was there, the environment was of an actual psyche hospital. I was trying to help him leave but the corridors kept moving and the doors didn't lead to where they had coming in. More confusion.
The other consistent feature of these dreams has been Monks. They're dressed like Franciscan Monks. I think. Brown, two tone, habits are of coarse material. The reason for their presence is typically unclear and if I try to approach them or question them or try to leave, they bite me. Usually on the back of my hand.
The feelings are consistently of fear, confusion, hopelessness and that of being lost in the wilderness.
The feeling of being in a maze is also constant and sometimes it feels like the, and I think it's after a approach a Monk, that the situation resets itself and I have to begin again. Almost like waking up where the scenery is slightly different but the situation is the same. The Groundhog Day situation.
The presence of the Monks is inexplicable. The discomfort I have felt is pronounced. I've not had nightmares for years....
OK, that's the lot. Analyse away...
Do I have to go back to sleep? I don't know how to kick their asses whilst dreaming.
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