New Recurring Nightmare

Friday, 5 October 2007

My new re­cur­ring night­mare places me in some­thing like an Egyptian tomb, at least in terms of dec­o­ra­tion and dan­ger, and the low ceil­ings, dim light, and def­i­nite sense of tons of weight over­head. I’m part of a team ex­plor­ing this place for its trea­sures and dan­gers. There are many rooms, each with its own par­tic­u­lar trap and the doors to the room are of the se­cret pas­sage­way re­volv­ing sort. In the first room each team mem­ber be­comes fas­ci­nated with one triv­ial as­pect to the ex­clu­sion of all oth­ers. This is bad as the chances of sur­vival for one per­son alone [me] are vir­tu­ally nil. I try to res­cue them but the door to each room closes af­ter a cer­tain time so I have to leave or be caught. I go to an­other room, in­tend­ing to res­cue the other folks even­tu­ally, where some sort of de­mon crit­ter tries to over­whelm me, I es­cape from here as well. Now all the rooms are open­ing and re­leas­ing their crit­ters who are af­ter me. I run back to the orig­i­nal room where I’m cor­nered. I’m try­ing to keep all these dudes at bay and man­age to creak open the orig­i­nal door and yell for my team­mates. Right be­fore I’m over­whelmed they show up to be slaugh­tered but al­low me time to at­tempt es­cape. I don’t make it, but al­ways wake up be­fore get­ting sacked.

I’m pretty sure this is just the 2.0 ver­sion of my old night­mare [men­tioned in pass­ing here] which is pretty ob­vi­ously about aban­don­ment, trust and be­ing fright­ened about in­de­pen­dence and my abil­ity to cope with things. I know when I have the dream that I’ve had it be­fore, but in­stead of lu­cid dream­ing my way out of it, I just try to beat my sub­con­scious at its own game.