I had a little series of stressmares last night. Unlike their cousin, the nightmare, a stressmare is not terror inducing. Instead, its stress inducing as things go wrong and problems mount one after another.
This particular group was focused around travel from Eve related events. After I woke up and sat down with a glass of water to clear my head I realized that they were caused by my upcoming trip and the rushed feeling I have been given.
In my stressmare I was at some type of convention and I had packed a small, red suitcase. Inside the small suitcase I had placed a bulky object my husband asked me to purchase. At some point someone told me that the suitcases were not watched and to be careful. I said I wasn't worried about it and of course, I lost my suitcase.
In the second part of this stressmare my main red suitcase is also stolen from the suitcase area. Everyone tells me there is nothing that could be done about it and I wind up somehow with no clothing and some large, bulky object that isn't clothing to cover myself with as people shake their heads at me for not keeping my suitcase with me.
I know where the core of this comes from. Travel arrangements that I cannot control always leave me feeling as if I am on the edge of things. I had some hiccups. They were easily sorted or alternate plans made. But their existence sets the tone. I'm also nervous. But that is to be expected. It doesn't make it easier but it is to be expected.
All of this lead to a dream about losing suitcases or at least having them stolen and how I should have been more responsible. At some point in the dream after having my stuff taken and winding up with almost no clothing options I got tired of being strong and started to cry. This is when I woke up.
I'd hoped to sleep in later. But, seven thirty on a day off was looking pretty good as I felt my pulse racing and woke up feeling stressed.
I'm going to go get my suitcase packed. It is bright, bright blue and not red. It is a hard case and not soft as the one in my dream. We don't even have any red suitcases.
I should be okay.
Did I mention that my husband has become addicted to plane crash documentaries? The series is called Mayday and he just loves the hell out of it. Every night he watches them and I wake up (going to bed first) with them on. Dramatic music. Plane going down. What fun.
This particular group was focused around travel from Eve related events. After I woke up and sat down with a glass of water to clear my head I realized that they were caused by my upcoming trip and the rushed feeling I have been given.
In my stressmare I was at some type of convention and I had packed a small, red suitcase. Inside the small suitcase I had placed a bulky object my husband asked me to purchase. At some point someone told me that the suitcases were not watched and to be careful. I said I wasn't worried about it and of course, I lost my suitcase.
In the second part of this stressmare my main red suitcase is also stolen from the suitcase area. Everyone tells me there is nothing that could be done about it and I wind up somehow with no clothing and some large, bulky object that isn't clothing to cover myself with as people shake their heads at me for not keeping my suitcase with me.
I know where the core of this comes from. Travel arrangements that I cannot control always leave me feeling as if I am on the edge of things. I had some hiccups. They were easily sorted or alternate plans made. But their existence sets the tone. I'm also nervous. But that is to be expected. It doesn't make it easier but it is to be expected.
All of this lead to a dream about losing suitcases or at least having them stolen and how I should have been more responsible. At some point in the dream after having my stuff taken and winding up with almost no clothing options I got tired of being strong and started to cry. This is when I woke up.
I'd hoped to sleep in later. But, seven thirty on a day off was looking pretty good as I felt my pulse racing and woke up feeling stressed.
I'm going to go get my suitcase packed. It is bright, bright blue and not red. It is a hard case and not soft as the one in my dream. We don't even have any red suitcases.
I should be okay.
Did I mention that my husband has become addicted to plane crash documentaries? The series is called Mayday and he just loves the hell out of it. Every night he watches them and I wake up (going to bed first) with them on. Dramatic music. Plane going down. What fun.
I don’t recall ever having an Eve fueled dream which makes me kinda sad . . . until I think about it.
ReplyDeleteMundane real life type dreams like travel difficulties or internet connection problems would be little but typical versions of the mundane dreams we all have. If, however, I was to dream meet my characters I suspect it would be absolutely nightmarish. Though they owe their very existence, I have no guarantee they’ll be in a thankful mood and reward me for the favor. No, they’re probably keeping a list of all the ways I’ve squandered their promise. It’s a long list. Accordingly, I’d not expect camaraderie and good cheer but rather torture, vengeance and murder. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the psychopathic little darlings, I truly do, but I love them at a distance, a safe distance.
Not only the physical luggage, but the baggage of the needs and fears of a decent portion of the player base carried half a world away. This is the red suitcase.
ReplyDeletePlease allow to express my respect and gratitude that you bear this burden on our behalf, know that it is appreciated.
Hopes and Dreams as well! Don't forget them. They're just as important, I promise you.
DeleteAlso, +1 for the second half of your comment :).
Hope you have a very productive and fun CSM meet, bon voyage.
ReplyDeleteRegards, a Freelancer
PS: don't watch Final Destination to
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVPGG0i765s