Last night was one of those nights where I could recall multiple dreams very clearly. The two I remembered well were bad dreams.
I: New day. I think I was on the way to work. I would walk down the street, watching my reflection along the way on this endless metal panel. But after a a few steps, I’d be back where I started. I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening but I thought maybe the days were passing me by, super fast. My life on fast-forward, maybe. On one of these walks, I thought someone was walking next to me, trying to get by but it turned out to be my dog, following me. My dog was a golden retriever in the dream, not a Pom. And though I was looking at a different breed, I knew she was my dog. But she was super messed. She was basically just a head, and arms, afixed onto a bike, but alive. She looked helpless. I didn’t know what had happened to her but my first instinct was to carry her home. When I got home, my brother and sister explained that her body basically got ripped away. I didn’t understand. They explained they had not changed her bandages for a long time when she got injured and it basically rotted away. I looked at her again. She had a large open wound where her nape was. I could see her insides. I felt so much hurt and pain for my dog, I was crying in my dream. Really hard. I told my brother to go put her down. I threw money at him, asking him if he couldn’t see her suffering and told him I’d pay whatever it would cost. I was sick to my stomach and I couldn’t even look at my dog anymore.
II: I was on a movie set. They were rolling, but I seemed to be hiding from everyone on it. It looked post-apocalyptic and it was just a collection of abandoned weathered tin shacks. The main actor was an older white man, maybe in his 50s, talking to a couple of people, I think of colour. I needed to use the washroom badly. One of the shacks had a PVC tarp-like sheet for a door. I chose to check it out. It had a bathtub but no toilet. It was just a room with a bathtub, actually. I heard people moving closer on the outside so I jumped into the tub and waited for them to pass. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I peed myself but I was just in white panties.
woke up, fell back asleep.
I entered another tin shack. This one had a door and a mirror inside. I closed the door behind me and it became real how dingy, and run down the room was. The mirror disappeared and my senses were sharpened. The room became much smaller. Too small. I was feeling claustrophobic and really frightened. I opened the door. The mirror appeared again and the room appeared fine again.
Strange dreams but the feeling of fear is so real when I’m asleep. Don’t know if I could ever feel this afraid when I’m awake. I don’t even get claustrophobic in reality.
