I have recommitted to writing down my dreams, here are a few from last night:
1
I walk past a pool where a toddler sits at the edge holding the foot of a submerged child. I don't seem to notice really and I go to the bathroom. When I come back I ask him what he is doing. He sort of whimpers and then I realize there is a boy drowning. I race over and pull the stiff boy from the water. I give him mouth to mouth, all the while berating myself for not noticing sooner. The boy finally comes too and I end up with a mouth full of his mucus. Then I am worried about myself getting ill instead of the child and flush my mouth with water.
2
There is a man who has lost his wife when they were young and just married. They both were knifed in the stomach. The man lived but not the wife. When he had to bury his wife he also buried the bible in another deeper whole and with every shovel of dirt he threw on it he gave up God and came to rely solely on his intellect. He now runs a bookstore and is a specialist in folkloric traditions. I walk by the door and often here a woman talking in a kind of caustic voice from upstairs. I want to find out who she is. After several days I enter the dark room of his shop which opens onto a stairway. A young man comes down stairs. I split myself into two me's and one escapes unnoticed up the stairs while the other remains down below and makes love to the man (really just non intimate sexual contact) smelling of fish. Upstairs I see the woman. I can see some of the wife's former beauty in her face. She is seated on one end of a long table and the man is seated at the other end. It turns out that the man found her. She had reincarnated as a dog. Her face still bore a resemblance to her former self and she could speak with a gravely voice, but otherwise she was a red fox like border collie. The man loved her with his whole heart.
3
I am trying to talk to my naturopath about my body. I am surrounded by co-workers in a large airy room at the end of an outdoor walkway. In front of everyone I tell her that in the morning I feel this sort of rage rising (around 9-10) and then I become very tired. This passes and again in the afternoon I become very tired again and must sleep. She asks me what happened at those times, looking at me significantly and I immediately remember the babies who died.
1
I walk past a pool where a toddler sits at the edge holding the foot of a submerged child. I don't seem to notice really and I go to the bathroom. When I come back I ask him what he is doing. He sort of whimpers and then I realize there is a boy drowning. I race over and pull the stiff boy from the water. I give him mouth to mouth, all the while berating myself for not noticing sooner. The boy finally comes too and I end up with a mouth full of his mucus. Then I am worried about myself getting ill instead of the child and flush my mouth with water.
2
There is a man who has lost his wife when they were young and just married. They both were knifed in the stomach. The man lived but not the wife. When he had to bury his wife he also buried the bible in another deeper whole and with every shovel of dirt he threw on it he gave up God and came to rely solely on his intellect. He now runs a bookstore and is a specialist in folkloric traditions. I walk by the door and often here a woman talking in a kind of caustic voice from upstairs. I want to find out who she is. After several days I enter the dark room of his shop which opens onto a stairway. A young man comes down stairs. I split myself into two me's and one escapes unnoticed up the stairs while the other remains down below and makes love to the man (really just non intimate sexual contact) smelling of fish. Upstairs I see the woman. I can see some of the wife's former beauty in her face. She is seated on one end of a long table and the man is seated at the other end. It turns out that the man found her. She had reincarnated as a dog. Her face still bore a resemblance to her former self and she could speak with a gravely voice, but otherwise she was a red fox like border collie. The man loved her with his whole heart.
3
I am trying to talk to my naturopath about my body. I am surrounded by co-workers in a large airy room at the end of an outdoor walkway. In front of everyone I tell her that in the morning I feel this sort of rage rising (around 9-10) and then I become very tired. This passes and again in the afternoon I become very tired again and must sleep. She asks me what happened at those times, looking at me significantly and I immediately remember the babies who died.
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