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The Angry Geologist Beats Nightmares
Feb. 11th, 2008 10:12 pmThe most unpleasant recurring dreams I've had lately have involved home invasion of some sort. Of which is really kind of variable- there was one I blogged about a few months back involving some people coming into my parents' house against my will to appraise it for sale. One particularly bad nightmare I had in grad school involved someone coming into the house and threatening to set it on fire (after which the batteries in the smoke alarm went bad, which made for me running out of my room screaming and a really interesting night for my housemate at the time). I even remember fighting off burglars in my dreams when I was a little kid.
I'm not going to try to understand why I have these dreams. I mean, I'd like to, but I'm not going to lose sleep over it, pun very much intended. I'd just like to tell you about the one I had last night where I won. Sort of.
It was a house that I've never really seen before, but the decor and odor reminded me a little of my late paternal grandmother's house. There were three strange men (there's usually three or five), and I was tied up. I don't know what they wanted, or why they were there, but they were debating on what to do with me. Somehow, I talked them into untying me while they did so. They then turned their backs to me, and I think I was going to attack them and try to take the house back, but the orangutan stopped me.
I know where he came from. I read way more Pratchett than is probably healthy, and I often call the little instinctive bit of me that lets me know when trouble's brewing and helps me read people and dogs my Mo- ("Ook!") -er, Ape Brain. He pointed to the screen door in the kitchen and gestured that I should get out of there while I still could. I did the Smart Monkey thing and listened. I woke up just as the door banged shut behind me.
I spent the next ten minutes trying to calm myself down and managed to convince myself that this means I'd won before I drifted back off to sleep where the dreams were either boring or relaxing enough to forget.
I'm not going to try to understand why I have these dreams. I mean, I'd like to, but I'm not going to lose sleep over it, pun very much intended. I'd just like to tell you about the one I had last night where I won. Sort of.
It was a house that I've never really seen before, but the decor and odor reminded me a little of my late paternal grandmother's house. There were three strange men (there's usually three or five), and I was tied up. I don't know what they wanted, or why they were there, but they were debating on what to do with me. Somehow, I talked them into untying me while they did so. They then turned their backs to me, and I think I was going to attack them and try to take the house back, but the orangutan stopped me.
I know where he came from. I read way more Pratchett than is probably healthy, and I often call the little instinctive bit of me that lets me know when trouble's brewing and helps me read people and dogs my Mo- ("Ook!") -er, Ape Brain. He pointed to the screen door in the kitchen and gestured that I should get out of there while I still could. I did the Smart Monkey thing and listened. I woke up just as the door banged shut behind me.
I spent the next ten minutes trying to calm myself down and managed to convince myself that this means I'd won before I drifted back off to sleep where the dreams were either boring or relaxing enough to forget.
