I take my dreams quite seriously. I mostly don’t remember them for more than a few minutes after waking up but when I do remember them I tend to really analyse them and think about what my brain is trying to tell me.
Whenever I remember a dream and really think about it, I can generally trace it back to either something that has happened in my life or something current or something that’s about to happen.
A few days ago I had a really scary dream where I was stuck all on my own at top of this massive tower (I’ve no idea how the fuck I got there…) Anyway, I was up there for ages freaking out wondering if anyone would ever find me and evaluating my options.
One was to try and crawl down a pole that seemed to run the height of the building but, being terrified of heights and painful death I dismissed that as an option.
I also looked to see if there was a ladder down but there wasn’t one (a sensible person would probably have questioned at this point how the fuck I got up there in the first place and started having a lucid dream…)
Anyway, I was up there a good while, had a sleep which is quite meta for a dream and then randomly this tourist party of old age pensioners showed up, about 20 of them out of nowhere. They took out a picnic basket and we started eating and chatting. At some point I asked how they got up here and explained my fear about getting down and they pointed me to a ladder that hadn’t previously been there.
I can’t really remember much after that but I spoke to my wife about my dream afterwards and we came to the following conclusions:
- I am scared because I’ve quit my job and the being on top of a tall building with no way down is a metaphor for my terror.
- I have old friends around me that will help me not fail / fall
- Don’t climb huge fucking buildings in your sleep.
- Pay Attention to what your brain is telling you.