Saturday Morning
Sep. 12th, 2015 09:09 amWhen I went to bed at eleven last night, although I was dreadfully tired, I did not believe that I would actually fall asleep. I fully expected that I'd be back up before midnight watching the rest of "Riot Club". I must have underestimated how much the cats wore me out the night before, on top of a busy grocery day.
There was a lot of dreaming, but it all seemed ... quite disposable. However, it might be a good idea to make a practice of at least getting down one scrap of such dreams, if only to help keep from falling into stifling laziness, in which it becomes easier and easier to not write about this or that, as more and more become quite disposable.
In this dream I seemed to be in a relationship with a young woman, no one recognizable, a brunette. I was apparently young, too. The best that I can make out, we were engaged to be married, but she was having cold feet. I was pleading with her to stick with me. I was joinging the army, and I was telling her that she might like army life with me. The disturbing element in this dream is that the girl would alternate into becoming a dog and then back to a woman again (which is not the first time for this dog-woman theme). It was all weird, all this night's dreaming. I imagine that all my nights are probably filled with this sort of dreaming, but are not remembered, and in remembering these scraps of dreams, I am reminded that it is not necessarily a bad thing when one wakes up in the morning feeling perfectly dream-free.
There was a lot of dreaming, but it all seemed ... quite disposable. However, it might be a good idea to make a practice of at least getting down one scrap of such dreams, if only to help keep from falling into stifling laziness, in which it becomes easier and easier to not write about this or that, as more and more become quite disposable.
In this dream I seemed to be in a relationship with a young woman, no one recognizable, a brunette. I was apparently young, too. The best that I can make out, we were engaged to be married, but she was having cold feet. I was pleading with her to stick with me. I was joinging the army, and I was telling her that she might like army life with me. The disturbing element in this dream is that the girl would alternate into becoming a dog and then back to a woman again (which is not the first time for this dog-woman theme). It was all weird, all this night's dreaming. I imagine that all my nights are probably filled with this sort of dreaming, but are not remembered, and in remembering these scraps of dreams, I am reminded that it is not necessarily a bad thing when one wakes up in the morning feeling perfectly dream-free.