It has been quite a few years since I awoke screaming from a bad dream. It used to happen regularly.
Mostly it was one of those nightmares in which you are trying to flee but unable to run. Or trying to scream but unable to make a sound.
Which resulted in actual screams, to the alarm of anyone asleep in an adjacent room. Or nearby cats.
Toby and Patches didn’t seem bothered yesterday morning. They just sat up, hopefully, wondering if it meant early breakfast.
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Lately I’m not sure there have been any dreams. But some combination of factors in the brain produced one that night which caused me to wake shrieking as I was attacked by a pink panther.
Of course it’s obvious where that notion came from. The rest was a curious blend.
In the dream, I was trying to create a new address book, out of yarn. Very likely. The night before, I had watched a woman making ornaments on YouTube.
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The book I am currently reading is a novel of intrigue and post WW2 pursuits of war criminals. Another element of the dream, in which I had been employed to protect the family of a well known current politician (one of the regrettably scarce good ones).
Even more bizarre than crocheted address books.
My idea of protection (in the dream), was apparently to lock doors. I was having trouble accomplishing this, but had managed finally to shut myself in a room (?) when the pink panther attacked and because my door was now locked, no one could rescue me.
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The other day I was leafing through my address book, wondering how many I have had over my life time. How many names have come and gone through those pages.
Inevitably, as you go through these repositories of contacts, you come upon someone who is no more at any address and assuming you cared enough to have inscribed their name in the first place, it may bring a tear to the eye.
Sometimes people just seem to disappear. Possibly they have merely drifted off into another orbit. People move on. It’s all too common in these times. But it can be sad if you are left guessing.
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Not knowing what happened to someone leaves a thread dangling. Perhaps it only bothers you if you are a neat freak or a compulsive organizer. Ultimately, though, you have to cast them adrift.
A few days ago for no particular reason I typed a name in my PC, wondering about someone I once had the briefest of relationships with, intense while it lasted. Ships in the night.
He was not a celebrity, but you don’t need to be to have your name come up online and his did. I learned thus, that he died five years ago which made me unaccountably sad.
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After the painfully brief time we had, I didn’t really expect to see him again and after the sadness had worn off, I was happy just to know that he was still alive somewhere. But now he’s not.
That encounter, half of my lifetime ago.
So sweet, so short.
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As we came back from Queensbury yesterday, wonderful clouds began to build and drift across a brilliant blue sky.
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More shadows and sunspots
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And reflections
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I don’t envy your scream dreams Carolyn. I know I have a recurring one that always wakes me, but not screaming. The photographs are very nice. That could be Wales. 🙂
Thank you, Carolyn, for the stunning sky photos, and for your reflections that are of special a kind.
Joanna.
I’m sure his memories remained just as fond of you.
It’s kind to say so. Thank you.
Was it ‘A’ Pink Panther, or ‘The’ Pink Panther, as in the cartoon one? I don’t think I would be scared of a cartoon, even in a dream. I dream vividly, most nights. They are usually in colour, and very realistic. Sometimes, I am surprised to find myself waking up in Beetley, and I occasionally wonder which is the dream and which the reality.
https://beetleypete.com/2017/04/20/my-trip-to-madison/
Best wishes, Pete.
It was just a pink panther, not the cartoon character and it actually looked more like a big pussycat. I guess the fact that Toby pulls my hair made me assume I was being attacked. Often, in random situations, I suddenly get a flash “I dreamed this!” but I gather this is quite common. I have never had a dream as precise and unaccountable as your Madison dream. It does give you pause for thought, doesn’t it? There is so much happening around us that we cannot comprehend.
I wish for sweet dreams for all of you!
Wow, you pretty much have wild dreams! I rarely have nightmares … but I do dream every night (in colour). Last night I dreamed that someone at a restaurant where we went to eat gave us a VERY large bottle of wine (which, upon closer inspection, was actually just a paper cut-out) 👀. Now I ask you, where did that come from? I would like to know what dreams mean, but as long as mine are happy and colourful, I am quite satisfied! Maybe I’ll dream of your beautiful reflection photos tonight – I’d love that too!
Your photo are always beautiful ❤️. I love nature and it seems the weather is getting better. Summer is near 😊