Dreams are coming back
Have you seen Narco? the quirky surreal comedy populated with eccentric characters?
Somehow unsurprisingly, I had my own stress related dreams.
Have you ever seen the sea from the, say, ninth floor? You know I have spent all my late childhood at the ninth floor from where I could see clearly over the four-stories blocks all the way to the city limits and then further to the landing strip where there were the four tiny old white utilitarian airplanes almost always waiting to spray the fields.
So, as I was waking up today in my dream I could see the sea, like right there under the brink of my window and going the length all the way into the horizon. Chemicals were rushing into my brain and the cocktail was roller costing me through, from admiration to anxiety, from being withing a wetted concrete structure to not being supposed to float, from security and comfort to the imminence of disaster.
I guess this dream was about the management of change.
Well, your dream sounds at least constructive. I dreamt last night that I got the wrong friends who were putting me on acid (never had any but it looked like a chocolate sauce inside a white coating) and they wanted to have orgies all together. I even know what it’s like to be high in your dreams now. I did manage to escape though, even if it was hard.
The white coating was a sort of marshmellow. I think I thought it was yummy.