Been two weeks since I blogged. Spent these two weeks hanging with my husband while he was here. Here goes-hang with me on this one.
For the last week I have had the strangest dreams.
Let me clarify, I dream in full color, sounds, smell, taste-the whole deal.
These dreams have all had something to do with space-sort of my own Dr. Who type dreams. Weird and sometimes distressing situations that I can’t seem to get resolved.
Also let me clarify more: I talk to myself while I dream.
Anyway, I can usually turn things around or adjust the direction my dreams are going and move the action around. However this has not been the case in these last dreams. It was becoming frustrating and aggravating. I would wake up and tell my husband all about it.
Third clarification: I remember all of my dreams, or at least most of them.
I know that dreams mean something, at least I’m pretty sure of it but I have not been able to tie them to anything or find a cohesiveness in them. And what is all of the space crap? I am not a huge sci fi fan but I do like my Dr. Who. What else could this have to tell me and where is all this going?
Well two nights ago I realized what all of these dreams had in common. I wasn’t in them! I was not in my dreams. I was a character in the dream but not myself. How weird it that? I, me, Nancy was watching the dreams they way one would watch a TV show. There was the character in the dream and I was watching the character and the dream unfold from above or away.
Ok, new to me. What do you think this means?
Let me say last night it wasn’t like this at all because I am having bronchitis and feeling poorly. The meds make my dreams dull and stupid.