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When I feel blue in the night...

I don't normally report on my dreams, but I found this one both narratively compelling and interesting in other ways, so I thought I'd share/capture.

It's kind of on the nightmarish side; you have been warned.

It's a generic stress dream (which itself is coming out of a whole extended complicated dream the details of which I forget), where I and a friend (not any friend in particular, I think, just "a friend" from Central Casting) are running down a narrow closed-in staircase, like they have in hotels and apartment buildings, to get to the ground floor because We Have to Get Away! (tm). When we get to the bottom, I feel enormous relief, and as I reach for the doorknob I jokingly say to my friend "If this were a horror movie, I suppose this is where I would turn out to have been the serial killer all along."
(beat)
I turn around, suddenly afraid that I've gotten this backwards, and she's about to stab me in the back.
But there's nobody there.
(beat)
Focus on the stairs, and a single set of bloody footprints.
Turn around, see a bloody handprint on the doorknob in front of me.
Look down, I am covered in blood, with a long bloody knife in my other hand.
(beat)
Oops.
Well, there's irony for you.

End scene.


One interesting thing was how much I was experiencing self-awareness around the dreaming itself. That is, along with memories of the dream itself I have fairly vivid memories of, for want of a better term, "writing" the dream... considering different narratives and selecting this one to experience.

Of course, the center-of-narrative-focus experiencing the dream-narrative didn't have any of that experience of awareness, though he was certainly genre-savvy.

Another was that, as I woke up from it, I was experiencing an awareness that my body was terrified, and my mind was trying to come up with some justification for feeling that way, and it wasn't quite synching up... that I was telling myself a story to explain why my heart was pounding, why I was crying, etc.

I wonder whether those experiences actually reflect a perceptual awareness of the dreaming process, or whether they were a secondary narrative constructed as part of the dream itself. If the former, I'd like more of that (preferably without this particular emotional character, but, well, I'm frequently anxious, I know that). If the latter, I amuse myself.

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lillibet
Jul. 22nd, 2013 02:04 pm (UTC)
Oof! I think you're onto something with the mind constructing a story to explain what's happening to your body--I regularly have dreams that are my brain trying to wake me up to move my hands, which have fallen asleep (it's an RSI problem). It gets pretty alarmist at times.

On the other hand, I think what images and connections the dream makes can be illustrative of one's underlying anxieties and are sometimes worth teasing out. Oddly, I had a casting dream last night.

Wishing you sweet dreams.
dpolicar
Jul. 22nd, 2013 02:48 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I'm all over teasing out the symbolic meaning of dreams, too, which I'm sure shocks you. Though this one is pretty old hat on that level.

WRT mind and body... my favorite example of that remains this one.
firstfrost
Jul. 22nd, 2013 08:10 pm (UTC)
I kind of like the idea of this being a case of crossed signals. The dream director is busily fitting in things that the subconscious is throwing to it - give us some anxiety, and some friends-in-danger, to work that out. Then your higher-level consciousness says "this is where I would turn out to be the serial killer" and the dream director hears that, and says "Right, boss, there you go."
dpolicar
Jul. 22nd, 2013 08:12 pm (UTC)
Hee! I like that, too. And it's just as plausible as anything else, really.
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