A look at my dream from last night…

18th March 2015: Sydney, Australia

The direction today is completely off topic, basically sharing a dream from last night. Please bear in mind the facts, if dreams can be classified as such, may be a tad skewed due to the mental blocks appearing unrecoverable and lost to my conscious state of mind.

The recollection commences with me and another person sliding down an enlarged water slide, I know there is companion present, and this is where the haze has impacted the story because the face is not emerging into my consciousness. I think the key word is enlarged, so imagine a ridiculously big slide, comparable to something out of a Pixlar animation. The slide also resembles a boat sized craft, and it is storming along a path causing all sorts of havoc on the way. I have the feeling we were being chased, again, I am not sure about these details, however, one pivotal point was a calmness and joy experienced. Interestingly, the country of origin is appearing to be a certain nation with torture seemingly acceptable.

I did say a fluidity would be non-existent, and to fill in the gaps lets just say we have been caught. In addition, the two of us has now suddenly become three. One is strapped to a table about to be tortured, another is acting as translating helping to calm the tenseness rising in the room, and there I am confronted with a military man of South East Asian/Chinese descent who is evidently not impressed with our previous actions. The room is dark, most likely underground, and it appears I have deduced this from the water trickling from parts of the wall accompanied by a smell of dampness and humidity. Not very imaginative is it? So, my accomplice (makes it a it little more adventurous doesn’t it) is still strapped to a table with officers surrounding her. I am adjacent to the table (not sure why it is a her, not really the heroic type), situated in the middle of the uniformed man to my right, and my other accomplice is on my left. At this point, my attention shifts to the bowl of chips located on the corner of table closest to me. I recall a good sized portion of chips is within my hand, and most likely a handful of chips are already in my mouth. For some reason, the act of eating resulting in the uniformed man yelling at me for having more than one. It had only just come to me, however, I must be bi-lingual as I understand what is being yelled at me, and instead of following the instruction I clearly interpreted, I turner with a confused look to my other accomplice who appears to be a translator. My second accomplice, has a device to translate the language into English, and whilst pressing on keypad for a period of time, he produces a calculator with a bunch of numbers on them. At this stage, I have a mouth full of chips, look at my friend still strapped to the table who has not been harmed, and simply burst into hysterics. Unfortunately, I then woke up or forgot what followed, however, the humour and absurdity of the circumstances does bring a smile to my face. Therefore, I have been in a fairly jovial mood all day reminiscing at the collections of memory floating into my consciousness. I must say, I do hope my friend first accomplice was ok though 😄

Why do I get night terrors like a little boy?

17th March 2015: Sydney Australia

The relief felt this morning was something to cherish, and I instinctively knew the exact moment my eyes opened that the terrors of the night had finished. The night of discomfort commenced as usual once my head hit the pillow with the lights off. Of course, I was thinking in overdrive, with an unproductive and unrealistic thought process circulating throughout my mind. A typical stream of thoughts followed, starting with a period of unease and restlessness till I awoke from a semi-conscious state at approximately 3am to a bout of nausea not experienced in many months. It was at this point, a longing to just be normal again was so present within my thinking. Instead of opting for some medication to ease the discomfort, I simply had a glass of water before miraculously finally falling into a deep sleep. Admittedly, the pain in my tooth was still present when waking up, yet, such a feeling of bliss was experienced at knowing the night and nausea were over, and replaced by the rays of the sun shining light into my room.

I can draw a sense of victory from maintaining a reluctance to just take pain-relief to temporary ease the situation. It seems ridiculous, overdramatic or just a case of using my imagination, however, I see similarities to a scene from a movie whereby a ravished crew awake to a flat ocean and bright shining sun after a night of fierce storms. The lesson learned is that hard times are to be endured, and the easiest option is not necessarily the best option.