Sick Dreams

[kyra_ojosverdes]

Last night: I drive a BFI (local garbage company people) garbage truck. I am a proud and capable new BFI driver, I am. I park my garbage truck (which is neat and clean and non-stinky) somewhere, near my church I think, and wander off for some seemingly important reason. When I come back, hours later, the truck is gone and panic ensues. I must find royal blue BFI truck, or I will be fired! OH, NOOOO!!!!! ... a definite departure from my usual "must find (item/location/person) A" dreams.

Just now: I am eating lunch (actually, sitting at the table waiting for lunch to arrive) with absurd_observer and Traci. They start telling me about the terribly funny things that the other always says... unfortunately, every last one of those things has to do with what a loser I am and how much fun they have making fun of me when I'm not around. (Evidently when I'm sick, the Insecurity Beast moves its primary base of operations from unconscious to subconscious.) I begin to get a little upset, and they hasten to assure me that they may have been exaggerating a little bit. I ask, "but did you mean it?" They hesitantly reply that yes, they had, and I decide that I should go. absurd_observer has driven us there, so I grab my stuff and call a cab. Later, back at the house, he calls and says stuff that makes everything worse, and then we're both angry and hurt. Then Mark wants to call him, because he misses him, and I decide to let him place the call, because the hurt and anger have nothing to do with my children's relationship with absurd_observer. absurd_observer doesn't answer the phone, but calls me back in about ten minutes, angrily demanding to know why I'd called him. I explain that Mark had called, because he missed him, and that I let him because Mark wasn't involved in our argument. He calls me a liar and I hang up. Then I'm suddenly lying on the grass outside with a couple other adults, sobbing to Dave (the boys' awesome daycare worker) that my best friend and I are fighting and that I don't know what to do. Then the phone rings, I wake, and I think that sick dreams suck.

Comments

[luminousx.livejournal.com]

I hate sucky dreams.

I sleep to escape. Dreams are supposed to be fun and whimsical, filled with metaphor and answers to the problems in your life. Damn sucky dreams.

[smoonn.livejournal.com]

Fever dreams are terrible, especially if you're used to having a modicum of control when you dream. They're always jumbled and confusing and portray your loved ones in really twisted ways. I haven't been sick for a while, but when I am, my fever dreams are doozies.