Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Monday, 25 June 2012

Unwanted Dream Guest

The past few nights I’ve been having dreams about someone I haven’t thought about in over a month. I haven’t even accidently called out his name while rabbiting. So him showing up in my dreams was an unwanted surprise, and hopefully by me writing about it these dreams will stop and I can go back to my normal dreams about a very naked Dwayne Johnson.

So the first dream was very short but enough to shake me up and confuse me a little. It goes like this....


I heard a knock at my door so I answered it and there stood Mr. X, I give him a look well known as the “what the hell are you doing here”. He says “I’ve been thinking about everything and we should stop messing about and just become the good friend we’re destined to be.”


At that point I woke up as if a clown was trying to kill me. The whole thing left me a  little confused. We haven’t spoken, I haven’t Facebook or Twitter stalked him, I had truly moved on. Just when I thought I was safe.... bang there he is. I put the mishap out of my mind and went back to sleep.


The next night I was struggling with wisdom tooth pain so took some painkillers and passed out.


That night I had dream that creeped me out and frankly pissed me off.

I was sleeping in my bed and Mr. X enters my room through a window, he lays down next to me and strokes my head and gives it a little kiss. Then when I start to stir he disappears like a ghost.

At which I woke up and throw my pillow across the room. I was pissed. Not a little “the Leafs missed the playoffs again” pissed I was “you’re making me leave Canada a year before I graduate with my class, so can fuck some guy” pissed.

I was mad that he showed up in my dreams, I was mad that my brain let him in. I was mad that he wasn’t acting like himself in my dreams, I was mad at how creepy he was, I was just mad. And in case there are any men reading this, yes women can get mad at you for what you did in their dreams, we’re women we can get mad about anything.

I have no idea what these dreams mean; I just hope writing about them will put an end to it and gives me back my clothing optional Dwayne Johnson dreams (and yes I did just put that line in so I could add another picture of him). If not I may just have to give up sleeping altogether. So help me feel a little better, have you guys ever had any unwanted visitors in your dreams? And what do you think my dreams mean? Let me know in the comment box below.

As always stay safe, Love,

The Honest Bitch  
xoxoxo

Thursday, 15 September 2011

Quarter-Century Crisis

Did you know quarter-century crisis is an actual thing?

I’ve been suffering with some well and truly abnormal (at least abnormal for me) dreams lately. And it’s slowly driving me crazy.

So in an attempt to work out why I’m being pledged with dreams that aren’t very me I did some research. It turns out around the age of 25 your brain goes crazy.

We all know about mid-life crisis where men buy sports cars and women have facelifts. But it turns about before then a lot of people have something called a quarter-century crisis.

It’s when your brain switches to being adult. You’re brain stopped thinking about fun, drinking, sex and starts thinking about family, house, and marriage. In a nutshell it’s the start of your biological clock ticking.

The reason I’m having messed up dreams is because I’m too logical to want these things. So to get its point across my biological clock is invading my dreams. My dreams, where naked men and a murderous clown use to live. Damn I miss that clown. 20 years he’s been trying to kill me and I’m still here.

Now my dreams are a place of horror where Mr. X, fully clothed I might add, lives. And he’s not alone in there. There is a gorgeous house on a lake and a small person, a person, some might call a baby. The 3 of us live in said house, together. And the most horrifying part is I’m handcuffed. I’m in a tiny pair of handcuffs, so small they’re only fit on my ring finger.

It’s truly horrifying I know.

With my 25th birthday still 8 months away, I'm worried, what if these dreams get worse? I really can’t take much of this. What happens if dream me has twins or worse...... buys a minivan? ...Let’s not joke about such horrific things.

If this is the start of my quarter-century crisis, something tells me we’re all in trouble. Sane me is hard enough for someone people to handle so forget about crazy, biological clock clicking, brain gone crazy me. Although on the brightside it would make for some entertaining blogs.

Anyways I’m off to do anything but sleep, (sleep in a scary, scary place right now) as always my dears stay safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch
xoxoxoxo

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Why am I repeatedly dreaming this?

I’ve been having the same dream for a couple of weeks and I’ve decided to share it with you guys in an attempt to stop having it. (Wish me luck)

The Dream:

I’m laying in bed wear purple pyjamas, I open my eyes and look to my right there is Mr. X he’s in grey t –shirt and dark red boxers. Its clear nothing sexual has happen before this, it just looks like we feel asleep talking. We look at each other and smile, nothing is said and then we close our eye and go back to sleep.

There isn’t much to the dream and the fact I keep having it seems a little weird to me. So I’ve decided to make good use out of the dream dictionary I got for Christmas and see if that shines a little light on this dream.

Meanings:

I was wearing purple and that means- surrender, altruism, and perfection

Mr. X was wearing gray - dedication and service

And he had on red – strength, dynamism, sensuality, power and vitality

He was on my right side which is the more logical and confident side

We were in the bedroom which is a place of safety, were we can relax and be as sensual as we want.

He was someone I dated once as the means sexuality connected.

Smile – means you’re happy or pleased

Conclusion:

I have surrendered the power in the relationship to Mr. X. I’ve given up the fight. There is still a little sexual chemistry but I’m happy and confident in my decision.

I really didn’t need to have that dream 30 times to work that out. I know I gave up that fight. I stopped caring and when you stop caring about something you stop fight for it.

In other news, why didn’t my beloved dream catcher stop that dream for coming back and hunting me?

Anyways Dolls I'm off to bed. Stay Safe

Love

The Honest Bitch
xoxoxoxo

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Bad Dream?

I’ve been having a recurring dream about a guy. It’s an innocent dream but it wakes me up like a nightmare. I’m sat at computer desk with a Ben we’re working on a script. I turn around and notice a group talking one of the guys is Mr. X, I turn back around and to work on the script. As Mr. X leaves he puts his hand on my lower back and says “I’ll see you later” and then he leans in to kiss me. But before he kisses me I wake up as if I’m having my clown nightmare for the millionth time. I finally had to hang a dream catcher. Luckily that has seems to have worked but it begs the question, why is kisser someone I have already kissed in real life scaring me so badly?

Queen Bee x