I had a nightmare. I never have nightmares. I dreamed that I was drowning. I fell into the water and as I was trying to get up - I was held back by mud, seaweed and old treebranches.
I tried to get to the surface. I couldn't. I didn't understand, because I'm a fucking great swimmer. But I couldn't.
Then I woke up. The sun shining at my face through my non-excisting curtains. It is 07.00 am and I am at home, in my own bed. I'm okay. But I still feel so weird.
This happened last night. I drowned. I have never drowned or died in my sleep before. I needed to analyze this, because it felt so uncomfortable and so real! So I typed in drowning to a dream dictionary app. Because that's what one does, right?
Overwhelming circumstances in real life, feelings of helplessness or hopelessness, or something feeling out of control—or a fear of such things.
Well I'll be damned.
I'ts so interesting how out minds work. Because, believe it or not - this reflects kind of prefectly to my life right now. Not so extreme, but kind of on point.
I am having a bit of uncertainty in my life, unsure of what the summer and fall holds. It's getting clearer, but it has clearly overwhelmed my unconcious brain. But it's fine now. I'm happy despite of not knowing what happens next. SO WHY DO I FFING DROWN in my sleep?
Go home brain, you wasted.
Going to finish this post with a under water picture - because symbolism - and I love the water and no dream iz gonna ruin that!