Ragtag Daily Post #6 Nightmare


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Are There Monsters Under The Bed?

Some people have dreams that may have an element of precognition but I think that mine are usually the result of anxiety over some situation coupled with something unpleasant I’ve seen on television. I think when you live alone it’s better to try to rationalise dreams than to let your imagination run away with you.

It’s probably a  good thing that our dreams fade quickly once we wake up because sometimes I’ve had dreams that, before I forget them, seemed so weird that even I couldn’t  find a rational explanation for them.

I can’t recall having nightmares very often as an adult though; at least not the kind where you wake up and are afraid to go back to sleep. When I was much younger my scariest dreams were about being forced to go to school (as an adult) or about falling. The school ones faded as I grew older and more self-confident but before they did my dream self learned to say “I don’t have to be here.” I still dream about falling but at least it doesn’t hurt as much as when I do it in real life because I never land.

I did have a bad dream the other night though. I woke up at three in the morning. I don’t recall the details now but it involved me sleeping on the floor at our local op shop, something about a fire in the roof and hearing voices outside. The voices part was so clear that when I woke I actually thought that maybe there was someone outside. However, as Cindy was sound asleep on her bed beside me I’m sure there wasn’t. Her hearing is much better than mine. I think in that particular case I was more frightened that I might not be dreaming.

I tried to think this odd dream through before I forgot all the details and recalled that I’d seen sparks shooting out of the chimney in my neighbour’s shed recently and had been worried about a fire. As for the Op Shop as I am a volunteer I’m pretty involved in it but not to the point of camping out there so I don’t know where that came from!

 

 

 

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

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