Speaking of napping, I had a corker today. Only I also had one of my “dreams”. When I’m busy and/or stressed and there’s lots of factors to be considered, I have a blindness dream. Invariably, I’m in some situation which absolutely requires that I see what I’m doing, only I can’t see, nor open my eyes. These dreams are always meta-dreams, in that I am physically aware that I’m sleeping and that I can’t open my eyes and that if I could, then the dream would resolve itself. I know there’s some physical explanation regarding how one’s body is rendered inert during certain stages of sleep. Though I can’t say that aliens have ever visited me when this happens.
In this case, I was napping on the couch in my dream (as in reality), but it was at my father’s house that isn’t really my father’s house. And some cousins were visiting (dream cousins – don’t know the blokes from Adam), and they had a nice car. The “danger” part of the dream was that I had to get up and drive somewhere, so I got in the car and backed up but of course, I couldn’t see where I was going because I couldn’t see. Driving blind is not good and the most blatant of metaphors.
The next step will be that I go back to that dream tonight and I’ll open my eyes and fix the situation. Sometimes it goes with it that an answer comes to me for whatever issue I’m facing.
This one’s nothing like the dream I had a few weeks ago whereby I was paid by a wife to bed her husband who was a small French man in a pirate shirt who had a thing for Postal vans. Oh, and I speared a crocodile in their moat (like an Amazon!) at his request.