Thursday, March 5, 2015

Lively nightmare

I had a nightmare last night. It doesn't happen often - I usually have happy dreams - and if I have a nightmare it's pretty lame. Like, being chased by zombies or some space monster, and I'm aware that I'm dreaming.

Last night was different. It was vivid and touched on my deepest fear: that something will happen and I will be unable to protect my family.

In the dream I lived in a large brick house with several floors. It was huge and also held my company that had grown to a bizarre proportion. My one-woman show had so many employees I couldn't remember their names.

That wasn't the bad part.

In the dream I woke up and couldn't find my dogs anywhere. I looked all around, but they weren't there.

I went into the business portion of the building, and there sat a young and slender woman with blonde hair. I asked if she'd by any chance seen dogs.

She told me she had given them away. She explained to whom. Bonnie was with an employee on the second floor.

Dream Maria snapped, yelled at her at great length, and finished with saying she'd better get on the phone and get them back. Dream me stated I would take a quick shower and that she had ten minutes to present my fur babies. I said, "If they're not here when I come out of the bathroom, you'll be sorry."

I don't know if she succeeded or not: I woke from Bonnie licking my face. I've had dogs all my adult life and none of them have ever woken me like that before. Guess she sensed my distress.

The thing is, after Bonnie woke me up I knew it was just a dream. My dogs were right there beside me. If the unthinkable had happened in real life, I would probably had gone to my employee on the second floor, explained that it was a mistake, and taken Bonnie back. I was still furious - in full out kill-mode. My heart raced and I wanted a sword or other sharp object, because I wanted the unknown dream-woman's head.


Bonnie let me snuggle for a bit before she returned to her favorite spot on the bed, and my brain finally won over primal emotions.

Isn't it funny how the subconscious works, and how it can get you riled up?

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