SO I go from exquisitely detailed dreams that would make good stories to two nights in a row of disturbing dreams I don’t want. Not scary or anything like that, just disturbing. Wondering where THAT came from.
I wish i understood my dreams. For years I dreamed I was back in college, but it was always with a nasty twist–I didn’t know my schedule. Or I forgot to ever go to one of my classes. Or I couldn’t get myself out of bed to go to class.
Other times I dream my mom is back in my daily life bossing me around like a child. I’m thinking in the dream, “I am forty-some-odd years old now. I don’t have to do anything you say!” But I never say that. I just listen to her yell at me some more.
Or I dream abut moving to a new house–another repeating dream. It’s either huge with lots of corners to explore–or it looks just like our current house until I discover a whole new wing we didn’t know existed. .
Hopefully I can go back to not remembering my dreams if they stay in the current mold of disturbing. All I can do is not let it bother me in the real world. We will see.