I was dreaming last night that I was falling from a certain height over and over and over and over and over and over again. Falling and landing, hard; a belly flop onto the ground. I felt a bit bruised, I must admit.
I often have dream where I am injured, tortured or even killed. Sometimes the pain has a purpose behind it, like my recent body-switching dream, but other times, like last night’s falling dream, it has no continuity or structure at all. Most of the time I am powerless and just have to experience the torture or death or gravity in the most recent version.
What do these dreams mean? That I am a masochist? That I am ridding myself of guilt subconsciously? That I am an ill juvenile canine?
I bought some more crap for my apartment this weekend. I’ve got nothing else to say, really.