I had the most annoying nightmare, or dream, the other night. I’m not looking for any interpretations here, just wanting to put it in print so that it can be forgotten.
Now, not sure about most people, but when I’m going to have a nightmare, I know it. I get this creepy feeling that something very bad’s going to happen. I don’t like nightmares, so this creepy feeling upsets me. Sure enough , a scene emerges of being in a dark, creepy house. There are people there, people I know. They are sitting around talking to each other. They are talking about stuff I don’t have any interest in talking about. Now, a person doesn’t run around shouting something bad’s going to happen if they don’t know what it is, so I just kind of try to fit in without engaging the conversation. I’m bored. Very bored. And, anxious because I know this is a nightmare and something awful is going to happen to someone. But, I can’t say anything about it because I don’t want them to think I’m any nuttier than they already think I am. So, I stand around bored and anxious waiting for the clue that something awful will happen.
It never does. I just keep standing around bored and anxious. I finally get so frustrated that I basically shout in my nightmare that this is the worst nightmare I’ve ever had. That sudden explosion of temper actually wakes me up. I go to the bathroom and come back to bed hoping that this nightmare of nothing is gone. When I went back to sleep, I returned to the same dream. However, this time, I wasn’t anxious because I knew this was the lamest nightmare of all time. Best I recall, the nightmare dissolved into the usual wild sex that allows me to sleep like a baby.
