So, I had a dream last night. It was a bad dream. I woke up feeling mildly traumatized. Now I wonder, why nightmares??? Really? Why?
Now, granted, this one was productive. And by productive, I mean that when I woke up, I realized that some feelings that had been simmering under the surface were the result of someone who had hurt my feelings (who happens to have starred in this miserable dream), and I was able to identify and acknowledge that I felt that way. After my epiphany, I spent a good half hour of the morning crying to myself and envisioning the way I probably won't actually rake him over the coals for being so mean. So, way to go subconscious for helping me to realize that I have a right to feel the way I do.
But, what about all the other nightmares??? I mean, I can't tell you how many times as a little kid I made a beeline for my Mommy and Daddy's bed because the Big Bad Wolf was in my room, or there was a tyrannosaurus rex outside my bedroom window.... or I'd been kidnapped by McCleach from The Rescuers Down Under and my magic powers weren't working. Dang, I hated that dream...
Really, what's the point? I certainly had no grand epiphanies from nightmares as a wee li'l squirt, so why would my subconscious feel the need to inflict genuine terror on an innocent child?
So, for all the times I've fallen off a cliff, driven into a river, been stalked by a knife-wielding maniac, been stared at by the creepy girl from The Ring, had people completely ignore me while I screamed my lungs out, been caught in a tornado, been butt-naked at church, gotten chased by dinosaurs all over Jurassic Park, had Jurassic Park dinosaurs in my house, had my Jedi powers fail while facing Jurassic Park dinosaurs, and a plethora of other horrific non-real experiences, thank you subconscious. You are truly a sadistic entity.
