drugged again
Sep. 13th, 2007 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42Only this time I didn't take anything. From this, I am concluding that it's as much my blood sugar that's to blame as it is my stupid body's inability to get to sleep at a decent hour at night, though I can't remember whether I hadn't eaten enything or not the other day.
Once again, I had dreams about being exhausted. Only this time they dealt with the devil. Actually, all of the dreams had the common thread of neighbors. The drugged dream from before revolved around a neighbor I thought I recognized from LJ. (I think she was a BNF in the dream, though I don't know anyone who goes by Annie around here (RL or LJ). Abby, but not Annie.) I was trying not to appear as if I was a stoner, though I was very aware that was how I appeared.
This more recent dream had the neighbor kids, Small A in particular, coming into my home uninvited, not even knocking, while I was too tired to protest. And naked, to boot, though at least there was a blanket covering me.
So pure anxiety dreams, then. Wonderful.
The dream with the devil in it (he was very good looking and charasmatic, btw.) was a dream within today's dream, athough everything kind of got mixed up, including reality. All I know is that the devil was in the swimsuit business, and was trying to convince Shelley Long to be in a film (or play) he was making about tropical fish.
It was a bit more complex than that of course, what with the devil being involved (and therefore the underbelly of society), but I think the gist of the dream was the temptation of selling one's soul for the possibility to simply enjoy life. It seemed like a stupid deal at first, but by the end of the dream, it wasn't as clear whether it wasn't worth risking an intangible - and possibly non-existent - thing for health and happiness for the rest of one's life, however short that may be.
Not that I'm going to be making that deal anytime soon.
I hope.
Anyway, I am finally awake now, and it occurs to me I need to go shopping for dinner. Need to keep that blood sugar up!
Once again, I had dreams about being exhausted. Only this time they dealt with the devil. Actually, all of the dreams had the common thread of neighbors. The drugged dream from before revolved around a neighbor I thought I recognized from LJ. (I think she was a BNF in the dream, though I don't know anyone who goes by Annie around here (RL or LJ). Abby, but not Annie.) I was trying not to appear as if I was a stoner, though I was very aware that was how I appeared.
This more recent dream had the neighbor kids, Small A in particular, coming into my home uninvited, not even knocking, while I was too tired to protest. And naked, to boot, though at least there was a blanket covering me.
So pure anxiety dreams, then. Wonderful.
The dream with the devil in it (he was very good looking and charasmatic, btw.) was a dream within today's dream, athough everything kind of got mixed up, including reality. All I know is that the devil was in the swimsuit business, and was trying to convince Shelley Long to be in a film (or play) he was making about tropical fish.
It was a bit more complex than that of course, what with the devil being involved (and therefore the underbelly of society), but I think the gist of the dream was the temptation of selling one's soul for the possibility to simply enjoy life. It seemed like a stupid deal at first, but by the end of the dream, it wasn't as clear whether it wasn't worth risking an intangible - and possibly non-existent - thing for health and happiness for the rest of one's life, however short that may be.
Not that I'm going to be making that deal anytime soon.
I hope.
Anyway, I am finally awake now, and it occurs to me I need to go shopping for dinner. Need to keep that blood sugar up!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-09-13 11:59 pm (UTC)