The full moon pretty much always sets me up for weird dreams. Not just weird but dreams that are so intense and so busy that I wake exhausted. This has turned into some kind of new-age dream-journal fuckwit fest because I’m about to share a snippet of a dream with you.
Picture a tropical island. Nice, huh? Personally, I’m not a fan of anything tropical especially not if it’s a flavour. For some reason I’m on this tropical island (it’s one I know fairly well having spent numerous childhood holidays there and please don’t-think-that-it’s-really-a-whole-lot-lamer-than-you-think) and I’m looking for something. I probably don’t find it because all I ever have is a nebulous search-feeling rather than any real idea about what’s going on. Joining me on this quest is Mark who is acting agent provocateur presumably in the hope that I would murder him. It does not, therefore, surprise me when this tropical island is suddenly sporting a university, one that is creepily and unhappily like a university that I once dropped out of. I am even less surprised that this university is holding a conference where the norm seems to be that the speakers roam about nature like mad monks and lecture. Maybe Mark is trying to get me to murder because he leads me to a pontificating Glen who has some poor girl in tow who seems to be trying to seduce him whilst he lectures. I spend the rest of the dream attempting to escape everyone because, really, all I want is a nap. I climb rocks and run through mazes of trees and hideous dream buildings and listen to numerous lectures on things that I either don’t understand or have no interest in or simply don’t care about.
I awoke unable to recall any of the lectures and somewhat horrified that I had been dreaming about bloggers again. Again, you ask? I once had a dream that we, and who the we is I don’t know, had Scooby-doo unmasked Anonymous Lefty as a girl. I’m still not convinced in either direction on that one.
Is there a support group for this? Also, I do apologise if anyone is offended by my dream representations or exclusions. Forgive me, I know not what I dream (well, not until later and am frequently horrified). And yes, the complete lack of sex in either of these dreams offends me too though given the company, well, possibly a good thing. No offence, honestly.