2 thoughts on “Color Coded 1”

  1. Your dream of the crimson bird wreaking decimation amid the waving fields of wheat, and then disappearing against the startling blue sky, to reappear as a man, all in white, with one crimson red streak, is somehow evocative of standing behind a curtain and witnessing a horrible event, and feeling both relieved and somewhat terrified, and definitely unsettled, even while knowing it was all just woven together within the cobwebs of your brain. It’s so curious how our minds keep spinning, weaving all sorts of scenarios, sometimes leaving us asking questions that have no answers. What does it all mean? Other than leaving us feeling unrested and discombobulated, why do the dreams spin so wildly out of control? Are our minds trying to stitch together something significant, or are we simply spectators of our own imaginations?

    I experienced an odd dream myself last night, although not nearly as eerie or dramatic as yours. In mine, I was being shuttled mercilessly around a huge corporation, constantly led from one area to another, all while trying to hide the fact that my production was dropping with every passing minute. I kept desperately trying to get back to my cubicle, so that I could push data, faster and faster, in an acute effort to bring my numbers back to highest possible outcome. I kept mentally factoring in a cacophony of variables, trying to tabulate whether or not it would be possible to achieve my goal production number, if I only could manage to get back to my cubicle in time.

    I awoke feeling two things simultaneously; (1) desperately hopeless and yet relieved, and (2) ridiculously silly. No amount of rushing or contorting one’s body or wrangling all those mental acrobatics makes up for lost time. Silly dream. Silly, silly dream.

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    • Those sound like pretty much the exact results I wake with, almost without regard to the content of my dreams! No matter how much the details of color and texture and specific events vary in mine, they always come back to similar themes, at least as I interpret them: trying to find my way through complications and/or sort and organize messes; trying to get positive attention; trying to move faster/make quicker progress at whatever it is I’m trying to accomplish in the particular episode. Since those aspects rarely change, I suppose it’s a safe assumption that I think myself a slow and underachieving character whose happiness is reliant on other people’s opinions of me and how much I can make *their* lives better (it’s rarely my own Stuff I seem to be working so hard to organize). Yet I think myself a fairly happy and contented person overall. How weird is *that*?! 😀

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