I'm glad I've managed
to keep insomnia at bay for a while now, but the downside is that I'm having
some absolutely nutty dreams while I'm slumbering. And not my usual insane
brand of nonsensical, whimsical, disconnected narratives, but a collection of
genuinely disturbing scenarios.
In one, I was being followed around by a seven-foot tall rodent that was
dressed in what appeared to be Bedouin desert garb. My day at work panned out
as normal, but this bloody thing kept getting closer and closer, and gave me
the impression he was making serious judgments about me every second. No-one
else could see him, and I was getting increasingly more paranoid and scared as
the day wore on. In the end, I refused to drive home because I was convinced he
would follow me there and do horrible things to my children.
In another one, I was a pilot for a large airline, but just as we arrived at
our destination airport I remembered that I'd never actually learnt how to
land. I was scrapping around trying to find a manual while the co-pilot (who
seemed to be the inflatable autopilot from the movie 'Airplane!') was shouting
at me about undercarriage deployment speeds and the best blend of tea to order
with breakfast.
Even writing these things down here is making me feel a bit queasy. Amazing how
our dreams can affect us, is it not?
I'll just give you one more - last night's offering, that led to me laying
awake at 3am seriously considering calling 999 and asking for the duty
psychologist...
I was a ballerina. And a bloody good one. But the problem was that I had been
cast in a big production that required me to do some ridiculous high-dive off a
train roof, and no-one seemed to care that I was wearing a cast on my leg to
support a shattered ankle, despite me repeatedly showing them my x-rays and
forcing them to talk to my surgeon via Zoom. It ended with me in mid-air,
knowing I was about to be in agony, and thinking 'I really must change my
agent.'
Madness.
RC 20-6-24
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