I had a strange sleep last night. I woke up several times. Once I panicked that I had not set the alarm clock. I reached up, grabbed my cell phone, and I set it for 6:45 AM. I woke up again and looked at the phone wondering why the alarm did not go off. It was only 5ish. I then realized it was Saturday, no reason for an alarm. So I turned it off. Sometime during all of that I was in a dream with some famous people. We were just hanging out, standing in a circle, inside a house. Right now, I can’t even recall their names. Two were famous women. One more so than the other. There were also some other people I did not recognize. I guess it does not matter now, since I did not write it down when I awoke. I went to sleep before midnight for the first time in a long while. I might do the same again, but this time I am taking my notebook.
I don’t like that I can remember my nightmares, but not the sweet dreams. I once, about ten years ago, had a nightmare about a one eyed, one arm man coming into the store that I worked at at shooting everyone (not me). I can still see him walking over bodies strewn on the floor. The next day at work, a customer asked me a question, and when I turned around, I was face to face with a bald man with one eye. I am not sure how I answered him. I am sure I promptly made it to the ladies room and stayed there long enough to make sure he was out of the store before I returned. He did return several times, but I could spot him across my department. I am sorry I could not wait on him, but I did what I had to do. I avoided the situation, and everyone lived.
I’ve heard it said that everyone in your dreams is you. After all, they all spring from your own subconscious. So that one arm, one eyed balding person shooting up the store is you. Does that make your nightmare take on any different meaning?
Thanks for the comment. Not really (taking on a different meaning), it was long ago…..maybe it was just I hated working there…….my subconscious does have weird stuff to sort out right now, and in the past I have had plenty of nightmares of real people that I feared as well, and those people were absolutely not me.