It happens again and again and again, but I always wake up, relieved that I’ve never actually forgotten to fully dress myself before leaving the house.
I have to use the bathroom. The only restroom is communal, without separate stalls. There are just toilets everywhere so I have to go in front of everyone. And it’s disgusting. There is feces and blood and piss and toilet paper everywhere.
Again, I wake up, amazed that this horrible scene keeps playing in my unconscious mind. I wish these imaginary experiences would leave my brain so I don’t have to be tortured repeatedly by something both foreign and familiar. What’s odd – or maybe not odd at all – is that these two recurring dreams of mine both involve revealing my private parts in public. They are so distressing! A less frequent recurring dream is the one where I find myself on stage at my high school auditorium, and SURPRISE! it’s opening night of the play. But I haven’t learned my lines. I guess I still have some residual anxiety from my Drama Club days.
Do you have recurring dreams and/or nightmares? What are they like?
p.s. The Harpies won’t be posting much, if anything, for the next few days, because the five of us are spending a long weekend at the beach! A Dude is coming too but we did a security clearance on him. Have a great weekend!