I rarely have nightmares. I seldom remember my dreams, period. Last night, I wasn't so lucky.
It must have been more than eight years ago that I had a dream about Xman, but I did last night. I had shacked up on the sofa, hoping the cats would leave me alone. It didn't work out.
I dreamed that I was in a very large house full of all kinds of different folks. It reminded me of a Christmas party back in my days of volunteering for cat rescue, a very large, very historical house that had been chopped up into four different apartments and a number of studios. The kitchen area and living room / parlors had not been chopped up and were shared in common.
The house in my dream was painted a deep, deep green. Among the crowd was Xman, who got me into the corner and hit me, hard, twice. If anyone saw it, no one remarked on it.
I fled to the huge attic, also painted green, locked the door behind me and got on the phone to call the police. It didn't occur to me that it was odd that none of the witnesses had stepped in to object.
Meanwhile, Xman was banging on the door, demanding that I let him in.
There was no place to hide in the attic. And when the police finally came, it was like something out of "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" The main police man didn't seem to believe me. He was also Spike Lee. (What?) He kept talking to Xman. Never mind that I was standing there with a bruised face and neck, that Xman kept trying to get at me again, no one would arrest him.
He was just lunging for me again when one of the cats jumped on my stomach. I woke up and waited for all that bad energy to dissipate. It did at last but the dream stuck with me.
I got up, went to the bathroom, kicked out the cats from the bedroom except for poor Sophie who took refuge under the bed and got stuck in the room for three hours.
What a thing to dream. I have never been further from Xman, which means I am at the point that I rarely even think of him. Why now? The appointment with Dr. Yeeeooow?
I don't know, but I wish he would go. And take all that green darkness with him.
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The more stressed I am the dreams become frightening. Two things I learned, number 1 get up turn on the radio and read. Number 2 which I scoffed at but does work, if you work at it, imbed in your brain, if such and such happens I will fight like a dog.
I read a story about a woman chased by a giant safety pin in her dreams. She was told to turn around and bend the pin. Helped her and I adopted the concept. Still can't figure out why I pee naked into a bowl on the sidewalk. With people watching.
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