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Wellwellwell...wasn't last night...interesting, dream-wise. Must've been the flu shot I just got yesterday, doing that...yeahhh, that's it.
I woke for a 5:30 a.m. pit stop with the memory of having dreamed of slamming my cat around a bit, flinging her against the wall a few times, etc, due to being annoyed at her, whereapon she lay there or dragged herself around a bit, looking at me in that wary 'Ooh, I have internal injuries now, due to you' way...(whereapon I of course felt like utter shite - only after I'd done it).
I woke for that pit stop unimpressed and vaguely irritated.
Like I'd ever actually do that to my pet.
Second block of dream recall included travel images. I went somewhere with my parents, in a car on a road I thought initially, though at one point we seemed to be going up a (vertical? or close to it) wall of water. With the car not seeming to move against gravity/water flow. (Bit confusing.) At which point my mother, a bit bemused/annoyed, asked why we were going that way. We were, I thought, heading for this city nearby where I grew up. We ended up in some place with what I took to be a lot of Poles. One of them then started to acknowledge my dad in a 'He's been gone for a long time; let's all welcome him back...' way.
Third dream recalled was me entering a building or section thereof, looking for a toilet. After that, I was hanging out with a few people - felt like the science fiction fan club I belonged to, few years back. One of the guys started to try to hit on me, hang out right next to me. Not wanting his attention, I snarled at him, waved him away when he tried to come over to sit at my table with his tray of food, etc. Shortly thereafter, I saw him sat nearby near some from the group, apparently crying quietly...
...and again...I felt Guilt.
But I still didn't want to interact with him, and even in this dream I knew I had that right (to not be emotionally 'manipulated' into spending time with him, if I really didn't want to). But I reckoned I owed him an apology for the way I'd rejected him. So I was about to do that, when I noticed he'd stopped crying, perhaps suspiciously quickly, so, suspecting crocodile tears, I was holding off.
Then my alarm woke me.
You know, we can admit we aren't perfect...without hating or constantly punishing ourselves for being less than perfect.
So color me less than Impressed re: the 'Oooooh, Dark Side???' stuff.
I woke for a 5:30 a.m. pit stop with the memory of having dreamed of slamming my cat around a bit, flinging her against the wall a few times, etc, due to being annoyed at her, whereapon she lay there or dragged herself around a bit, looking at me in that wary 'Ooh, I have internal injuries now, due to you' way...(whereapon I of course felt like utter shite - only after I'd done it).
I woke for that pit stop unimpressed and vaguely irritated.
Like I'd ever actually do that to my pet.
Second block of dream recall included travel images. I went somewhere with my parents, in a car on a road I thought initially, though at one point we seemed to be going up a (vertical? or close to it) wall of water. With the car not seeming to move against gravity/water flow. (Bit confusing.) At which point my mother, a bit bemused/annoyed, asked why we were going that way. We were, I thought, heading for this city nearby where I grew up. We ended up in some place with what I took to be a lot of Poles. One of them then started to acknowledge my dad in a 'He's been gone for a long time; let's all welcome him back...' way.
Third dream recalled was me entering a building or section thereof, looking for a toilet. After that, I was hanging out with a few people - felt like the science fiction fan club I belonged to, few years back. One of the guys started to try to hit on me, hang out right next to me. Not wanting his attention, I snarled at him, waved him away when he tried to come over to sit at my table with his tray of food, etc. Shortly thereafter, I saw him sat nearby near some from the group, apparently crying quietly...
...and again...I felt Guilt.
But I still didn't want to interact with him, and even in this dream I knew I had that right (to not be emotionally 'manipulated' into spending time with him, if I really didn't want to). But I reckoned I owed him an apology for the way I'd rejected him. So I was about to do that, when I noticed he'd stopped crying, perhaps suspiciously quickly, so, suspecting crocodile tears, I was holding off.
Then my alarm woke me.
You know, we can admit we aren't perfect...without hating or constantly punishing ourselves for being less than perfect.
So color me less than Impressed re: the 'Oooooh, Dark Side???' stuff.