Subconscious christmas
My subconscious has given me a great christmas present. It's let me dream again, so far that's two this week alone. How mint is that? Each one is so radically different it's unbelievable.
The first was set in a small, yet tall cream marble decorated room. A younger version of me was sitting on a bench, watching Inspector Morse on a large TV with some old people I didn't recognise. A little time goes by and the man turns to me and asks "So, do you watch Morse much?" I looked up at him and said "No, it's been a long time since I've had to. No one I know has died in a long time." (I think in my head it made more sense, I think I meant that the people I used to watch it with aren't alive anymore). At this moment I began to bubble, then I cried, and cried, and cried. I was inconsolable (although they did try).
Then I woke up. Not suddenly, but gradually. I felt a distinct sense of sadness and depression. It had touched me so profoundly it was hard to comprehend. I've never watched Inspector Morse all the way through. I've not had to. No one's forced me to.
Hours later I was talking about it to Mumbles. He asked if the old people could have been my grandparents. It dawned on me, maybe it could be. Sure they were younger than I'd ever seen them, their hair was brown and not wiry and grey, but then again I was young in the dream too. It made more and more sense. But then, doesn't that raise further questions? What does it all mean? Is it symbolic or is it my grandparents reaching out to me in my sleep? Didn't my Grandad watch Morse? I can't quite remember.
The second dream was quite quite different, and I don't think I'll sully this post with it.
The first was set in a small, yet tall cream marble decorated room. A younger version of me was sitting on a bench, watching Inspector Morse on a large TV with some old people I didn't recognise. A little time goes by and the man turns to me and asks "So, do you watch Morse much?" I looked up at him and said "No, it's been a long time since I've had to. No one I know has died in a long time." (I think in my head it made more sense, I think I meant that the people I used to watch it with aren't alive anymore). At this moment I began to bubble, then I cried, and cried, and cried. I was inconsolable (although they did try).
Then I woke up. Not suddenly, but gradually. I felt a distinct sense of sadness and depression. It had touched me so profoundly it was hard to comprehend. I've never watched Inspector Morse all the way through. I've not had to. No one's forced me to.
Hours later I was talking about it to Mumbles. He asked if the old people could have been my grandparents. It dawned on me, maybe it could be. Sure they were younger than I'd ever seen them, their hair was brown and not wiry and grey, but then again I was young in the dream too. It made more and more sense. But then, doesn't that raise further questions? What does it all mean? Is it symbolic or is it my grandparents reaching out to me in my sleep? Didn't my Grandad watch Morse? I can't quite remember.
The second dream was quite quite different, and I don't think I'll sully this post with it.
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