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Day 135 – Friday free for all

Day 135 – Friday free for all

Today, I was awakened early by a nightmare.  I usually sleep peacefully in this comfortable bed within my corporate housing suite and I don’t typically write about my dreams because they are silly.  But this was different and I think it was my subconscious grabbing all of my recent happenings and thoughts and jamming them together into a scary or at least unsettling situation that my brain believed was true.  The dream began with a meeting between my client (the Lubbock landscaping guys) and me.  As they were talking to me, Melissa ran into the meeting room and a guy with a weed eater was chasing her.  It reminded me of a haunted house I once went through where a guy with a chainsaw ran after me.  But this time it was a weed eater being carried by a man with a chewed up face – he was trying to kill my girl.  The worst part of it was that I was unable to move to help her.  No matter how hard I tried to get up and stop this crazy guy, it was like I had been super glued to the chair.  I could not even move my arms or legs.  As if this was not enough, the guys in the dream meeting acted like this intrusion and attack were perfectly normal events.  They even laughed at Melissa as she was getting whacked in the face over and over.  I tried to scream out for help, but when my mouth opened I actually said, “Kill her!  Kill her!”  I was shocked at myself.  Why would I ever say such things?  Why was I stuck?  Why was this nutcase being allowed to do what he was doing?  And then when I looked at this man who was attacking Melissa, I saw that his face had changed to look just like mine.  Melissa was begging this other me for mercy, but he wasn’t about to stop doing yard work on her.  At this point, I woke up with my heart racing and in a cold sweat.  It was hard to go back to sleep after that.  Even though I wasn’t trying to decipher this dream’s deeper meaning (Freud-style), I just could not shake the physical manifestations that it brought on.

Not a great day to start a workday.  That being said, even though I was disturbed and extremely tired as I went about reporting to my clients, the day brought success.  Even though I had the face of my crazy doppelganger stuck in my head, I guess I was able to do a good job – all of the clients I met with all seemed to be happy about what I had been doing and none of them wanted to take a weed eater to my or Melissa’s face.

When I told Melissa about this dream she just laughed and said she was happy that we were never going to buy a weed eater, just in case.

 Anyway, that’s enough for today – I’m tired and need a long nap.