Last night I could not shut off my mind. Insomnia set in and all my mind could do was wander, so I got up in the middle of the night and wrote down thoughts, but even those few precious hours where I did find sleep, my mind still wandered as I dreamed.
One of the things I wrote about last night was a recurring dream I’ve been having for a couple of years now. I’d like to share it with you…
I step off of the porch of a log cabin and my eyes take in the sight around me. This place seems familiar, but I can’t recall why. I’m surrounded by a forest, I can’t see anything for miles and miles except for the tress and the path that splits the forest in two. My dream is in third person view, as if I were watching myself on camera. (Which I hate in real life, by the way.) There’s a fog that flows between the old, leafless, dying trees. I look down at my feet, I’m barefoot and I watch the fog dance upon them. I take a step forward and feel the wet, cold moss beneath my feet. I can’t tell if it’s dusk or dawn as everything is in black and white, except for a red, flowing dress that I’m wearing. It’s been torn, my hair is matted to my face, and mascara stains my cheeks as I had been crying.
I go to reach for a shawl or cloak around me, but I find there’s nothing there and I rub my bare arms to try to warm them. I hear a sound that startles me, and I’ll do my best to describe it. It’s a mix of a high pitched squeal, like that of an elk, and a deep, guttural growl of a wolf or bear. The squeal is high pitched, but it’s not ear piercing, it’s deeper than that of an elk, and I’m startled because I’ve never heard anything like it.
I take off running into the forest. There’s ferocity in my eyes, my breathing is frantic, and I’m running with all of my might. Moss kicks up behind me with each pounding of my feet as they make contact with the ground. I keep looking back and forth. I stop a few times, placing my hands on my knees to try and catch my breath before I start running again.
I look up and down, back and forth, and just before I dash off again I wake up wondering if I’m running towards something or away from it.
The time is exactly 2:52 AM now, but you won’t read this until much later, as I’m going to wait until later in the day to post this. I still don’t know if I’m running towards or away from something, or someone, but for the first time, as I lifted my head before straightening my posture in my dream tonight, I saw a figure in the woods. It’s far away, but it looked like it was standing on two legs. It looked human, but the look in my eyes told me that I wasn’t sure.
Now I’m awake and can’t fall back to sleep.
Any dream analyzers out there?
Love & life lessons,