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Weird dreams yesterday and today.
Yesterday: I dove into a body of water that looked like a huge, dark swimming pool. A bus had fallen in, full of people, and was sinking fast. I couldn't see the bottom. I broke in and grabbed the first person I saw and pulled him out- it was a tall man in a uniform; one of the armed services I think. Other people were right behind me, pulling people out and dragging them up to the surface. I got him to a bank, and immediately started trying to revive him- CPR, breathing, etc. Other people were getting their rescuees ashore, and some had already revived. I was working extra hard on my guy, and he wasn't reviving. Someone looked over my shoulder and said 'His heart is broken because he couldn't protect the people in the bus. It would take a lot to revive him.' I doubled my efforts, and he finally took in a huge gasp of air.
Then I was in some place and needed to go to the bathroom, and went in search of one. This is my 'come to work naked' or 'have to take finals and I never studied' dream; I've had it several times. I found a huge place where there were toilets, but they were all either locked shut, overflowing, had no doors and there were too many people around, or in some other way unusable. Very unpleasant. Around then I woke up.
Today: I'm out in Siberia or some similarly cold place, with a friend. It is clear and sunny but very cold. We wander around and friend shows me an ice hole by removing what looks like a natural square-shaped manhole cover that has flowers and lichen on it. Beneath is a cubicle hole about the size of a small TV set, filled with perfectly clear water, and with a smaller hole in the bottom. Out of this hole wriggles some kind of eel, a beige creature about a foot long with a large mouth filled with wicked razor-sharp teeth. It sees me looking at it, and manages to jump out of the water and slide around behind me so that it bites onto my back, around where my left kidney is. Since I'm wearing several layers of clothing, I only feel a pinprick but it's still frightening. I ask the friend to get it off, and he takes a small knife and tries to scrape it off, but it doesn't work. I start fumbling around in my purse and keep repeating over and over "I have a bigger knife" but I can't seem to find it. Other friends gather around and look alarmed, but no one offers to help. Finally a local comes; he doesn't speak English but we exchange names and he examines the eel. He looks worried, and though I finally find my knife, he indicates that it won't work and basically I will just die once this eel eats through all the clothes. I think this is ridiculous, and come up with a dozen ways to get rid of the eel, including taking off my outermost jacket which should take the eel with it, or just borrowing a gun and shooting the thing off. He indicates that neither of these solutions will work, and I start to get really frustrated, then I wake up.
So what in my life has me feeling so defenseless and irritated? There wasn't much fear in either of these, just frustration. Hmmm.
Yesterday: I dove into a body of water that looked like a huge, dark swimming pool. A bus had fallen in, full of people, and was sinking fast. I couldn't see the bottom. I broke in and grabbed the first person I saw and pulled him out- it was a tall man in a uniform; one of the armed services I think. Other people were right behind me, pulling people out and dragging them up to the surface. I got him to a bank, and immediately started trying to revive him- CPR, breathing, etc. Other people were getting their rescuees ashore, and some had already revived. I was working extra hard on my guy, and he wasn't reviving. Someone looked over my shoulder and said 'His heart is broken because he couldn't protect the people in the bus. It would take a lot to revive him.' I doubled my efforts, and he finally took in a huge gasp of air.
Then I was in some place and needed to go to the bathroom, and went in search of one. This is my 'come to work naked' or 'have to take finals and I never studied' dream; I've had it several times. I found a huge place where there were toilets, but they were all either locked shut, overflowing, had no doors and there were too many people around, or in some other way unusable. Very unpleasant. Around then I woke up.
Today: I'm out in Siberia or some similarly cold place, with a friend. It is clear and sunny but very cold. We wander around and friend shows me an ice hole by removing what looks like a natural square-shaped manhole cover that has flowers and lichen on it. Beneath is a cubicle hole about the size of a small TV set, filled with perfectly clear water, and with a smaller hole in the bottom. Out of this hole wriggles some kind of eel, a beige creature about a foot long with a large mouth filled with wicked razor-sharp teeth. It sees me looking at it, and manages to jump out of the water and slide around behind me so that it bites onto my back, around where my left kidney is. Since I'm wearing several layers of clothing, I only feel a pinprick but it's still frightening. I ask the friend to get it off, and he takes a small knife and tries to scrape it off, but it doesn't work. I start fumbling around in my purse and keep repeating over and over "I have a bigger knife" but I can't seem to find it. Other friends gather around and look alarmed, but no one offers to help. Finally a local comes; he doesn't speak English but we exchange names and he examines the eel. He looks worried, and though I finally find my knife, he indicates that it won't work and basically I will just die once this eel eats through all the clothes. I think this is ridiculous, and come up with a dozen ways to get rid of the eel, including taking off my outermost jacket which should take the eel with it, or just borrowing a gun and shooting the thing off. He indicates that neither of these solutions will work, and I start to get really frustrated, then I wake up.
So what in my life has me feeling so defenseless and irritated? There wasn't much fear in either of these, just frustration. Hmmm.
