I had a nightmare last night. That makes two since Christmas. This is rather unusual for me. I don't often have nightmares.
Both were what I would call "dream narratives". Though I played a role in each dream, I had some perception that I was merely character in it... as if I was watching a movie.
The things that scared me about both dreams were more atmospheric than anything else. In the first, I found myself somehow following a ball through underground passages that seemed to have carvings in on the walls with some kind of Mezo-American motif. The passages were lit by a mixture of electric lights and candles that started to flicker and go out. It was all very Blair Witch. In last night's dream, I found myself in a maze of lit warehouse shelves much like you would find in a store like Costco. Here I was supposed to meet someone, who had led us astray, into an underground cache of illegal or illicit goods. The dream concluded when we got word that a disaster had occurred above ground and a jet of water shot out of one of the walls.
What is going on in my subconscious mind? I'm sure Freud must have written about dreams like these, and if not Freud, then Jung. I seem to be like Theseus searching for the Minotaur. That's got to mean something.
on 2007-02-05 at 9:07 p.m.
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