Dreaming embarrassment

May 27th, 2023

I never had any prophetic dreams. A rarely dream at all or remember dreams in the morning. There was a time when I had a few dreams predicting my doom I still remember, but those could be interpreted just as a run-of-mill terror nightmare. And since they hadn’t come true they weren’t really prophetic, even though they seemed that way at the time — the way my life was going I could only expect the worst.

But here I am, with a new lease on life and happiness. But over the last few nights, I noticed my dreams again. First of all, I remember them not just in the mornings, but those dreams wake me at night with their associated weirdness. And it is that embarrassing weirdness that confuses me and gives me an unpleasant aftertaste with each attempt to interpret them or try to get to the bottom of what might have caused them.

Obviously, I will not share them here, even under the cover of internet anonymity. Those dreams feel very corporal and are about corporal issues. There are people I currently know in those dreams, which makes it that more embarrassing since I like those people, and in those dreams we go beyond the boundaries of intimacy. And no, there is no sex in those dreams. I feel funny about those dreams now when from a perspective of a sunny day they seem no more than a silliness created by my mind, which is supposed to be at rest at night, but it isn’t and is working in creative overtime.

And now I might be getting somewhere… Why isn’t my mind resting at night as it should? That seems easier question to answer than another attempt to deconstruct the weirdness in my dreams that only brings any more questions.