auntblabby wrote:
i used to have a recurring dream, in 2 versions reminiscent of steven king-
the first one was i was trapped in a dingy, cruddy dim room with one flickering lightbulb high above me, and there were only dusty windows with nighttime outside, so no outdoor light coming through them, but they were covered over with crud and cobwebs and dusty to boot. anyways, i was in the middle of this room with cascades of cockroaches and other nasty creepy-crawlies oozing towards me as a solid mass of insects, making loud crunching noises as they moved, and i had only a little whisk broom to fend them off. they were crawling up my legs and biting and i would frantically sweep them off with my whisk broom and curse at them wildly.
the second one was me trapped in a nasty cruddy lavatory, with crap-encrusted toilets and floors and no windows, just a dim flickering lightbulb high up on the ceiling which must've been 20 feet above me. i had to go like a bastard, so i went [in the dream] and i clogged the bowl. as soon as i flushed the toilet, the damned thing flooded and soon i was swimming in sewage, with turds floating all over the place, and it stank to heaven and the sewage water was rising over my mouth and i was spitting it out blowing it out of my nose and wiping it from my eyes, and the turds were getting stuck in my hair and jammed in my ears, and i was gasping for air and there was only dense foul septic fart gas to breathe.
when i awoke from both of these dreams, i went "GAAAA!! !" and i was soaked in sweat and my heart was pounding. i could not go back to sleep afterwards, i would just toss and turn in terror of winding up right back in those nightmares. it took me decades to figure out what those bad dreams were trying to tell me - "don't let little "stuff" get to me." IOW don't be so disturbed over small irritations, which used to rile me.
EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWwwwwww.
Those are TERRIBLE.