Write about a dream you remember.
It would be difficult to write about a dream I don’t remember.
*sarcastic bitch mode off*
*just kidding—it’s never off*
I have a recurring dream that started years ago (well before my seventeen year old son was born). It appears in one of two versions, but they’re very similar. However, I’ve written about it before so I’m not going to share it here.
I thought of another dream I have had several times, starting when I was five or six years old. But as I sit here about to share that very fucked up dream, I feel a sense of déjà vu. And I did a little search. I already posted this dream, too.
I learned something about myself from each of those dreams.
- I’m desperate to go back to the past.
- I’m afraid of being abandoned and left in danger. (Or I really like Frosted Flakes.)
Maybe you’ll follow those links so you can read about those dreams.
I remembered another dream, and I don’t think I’ve ever shared it. There’s not much to it because it’s pretty much a nightmare for me, and it startled my eight-ish year old self awake pretty quickly.
I walk into the bathroom to take a bath. I pull the shower curtain aside and in the tub is a giant ant. Giant. It takes up the whole tub. I scream and run the fuck away.
The only meaning I can think of behind this one is pretty simple. I do not like ants. Or any other insects. Or spiders.
Sorry Ant-Man. Sorry Spider-Man.
Perhaps you were hoping for a sexy dream starring one or both of these guys? Apologies. Some things are best kept secret.
p.s. — I think I may have been oddly fucked up even as a young child. Who the hell dreams of a gigantic ant?