Weird and wonderful dreams aren’t exactly a new theme in my life. They come and go in cycles… some seasons quiet, some completely off their rocker. I have learned not to be too surprised anymore. But every now and then, I wake up and think… okay, that was a bit “extra”, even for me, lol! This morning was one of thoooose!
The kettle had barely finished boiling before my mind was already trying to piece things together. I stood there stirring my coffee, remembering bits and pieces from the dream-labyrinth I’d been through. Honestly, if that’s the kind of filing my subconscious reckons needs sorting out, then we’ve got bigger problems than I thought, lol! I actually laughed out loud at one point. Not in a “haha that was funny” way, but more of a “what the actual fudgesickle was that?” sort of laugh.
Dreams have always fascinated me. Not in the sense of analysing every little symbol with a magnifying glass… although I do love a bit of that when it feels right, but just the whole idea of how our minds carry on without us while we’re asleep. Sorting, filing, working through things we didn’t even realise we were holding. Sometimes it’s just nonsense. But other times, it feels like there’s something being said, a definite “message” being delivered and we just haven’t quite learned the language yet.
