Last night my dreams were filled with irritating situations.
The first incidence was centered around my bed. I was barely able to move from exhaustion and had crawled into bed with my boyfriend when I was met with an awkward situation. A woman I used to house-sit for lifted the covers near me and nudged me so she could sleep in the bed with us. I was too tired to yell at her when suddenly I discovered that my boyfriend was completely nude. My tolerance hit an all time low. I scooted her out of the bed and her body landed with a thud on the floor. She took the fall in stride by brushing herself off and walking to the living room.
I tried to fall asleep, but I felt violated. To increase my discomfort I heard a great deal of commotion from the bathroom. I reluctantly left my comfy bed to investigate. I was two feet away from the door when it abruptly opened and twenty strangers started streaming out. They seemed to be four generations of a Baptist family. They were holding Bibles in their hands and humming hymns. I stood dumbfounded staring at them until they vacated my apartment.
In both these incidences I felt like my private quiet places were being intruded upon by unwanted guests. Through the past couple years I have become less and less of a social butterfly and have deeply found comfort and solitude being alone or with a selected few. Perhaps this dream is an annoying reminder of how reclusive I have become. I don't believe that very many people would be comfortable with just anybody getting into bed with them or random strangers holding a religious family reunion in their bathroom, but these are dream excerpts. My dreams exaggerate my most dreaded fears and discomforts so that I may look at them up close and face them once and for all.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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