Saturday, June 29, 2019

Anxiety dreams and Jason Momoa

I have been having frequent dreams about discovering I'm living with one of my exes and having those horrible feelings of being trapped and helpless.  The main character is usually my husband Rich.
If you read my other blog, At the base of the mountains, you will find out about that situation.  The dream last night was me waking up and going into the kitchen to discover a second refrigerator had been installed in the kitchen right next to the first one.  I looked in both of them, feeling very confused.  I then noticed piles of someone's belongings in the living room.  I went back to my bedroom to discover my husband in my bed!  I was enraged and starting screaming at him to get the hell out of my house.  
He pretty much was saying that he had the right to come and go as he pleased!  I told him if he didn't leave, I was calling the police!  

The second dream involved my yard.  It is a bit overgrown and in this dream I went outside to discover the park manager had hired a landscaping crew to come in and they had cut everything down, even my flower beds!  I was so angry and was yelling at them to stop, but they wouldn't.  I woke up at that point.
I do have a good dream occasionally and find that my "dream boyfriend" features in them.  Not surprisingly, he resembles Jason Mamoa.  I have a huge crush on him.  I am jealous of his wife, which is stupid because someone like him would certainly never want someone like me!  Well, I an enjoy him in my dreams!

Sunday, January 13, 2019

 I had a really bad toilet dream last night.  I wish I could wake myself up from these, because one of these days, I'm going to wet the bed!
I was desperately searching for a toilet to use because I had to pee really bad.  No toilet was suitable.  Either filthy, too small, too big, etc.. I was begging people to let me use their bathrooms.  I was crying, thinking I was going to wet myself.  
In one bathroom, a man appeared.  He was in a wheelchair and had a colostomy bag hanging out, saying he needed to empty it!  I of course let him go first because he had a colostomy bag after all!  I thought to myself that it could have waited a couple minutes.  
Luckily, I woke up before I wet the bed!  One of these days, I know that I will find a good toilet and use it!  Maybe I should start wearing diapers to bed at night!