Unabashed

I’ve got two things in the pipe that I can’t talk about yet, but are very exciting and sapping a lot of my focus right now. I was thinking about them last night when I went to sleep, and I had this dream…(And you should be thinking at this point “Oh noes, a dreary dream post!” But this dream might just be foretelling the future (I hope not)).

I was at my grandmother’s house, in the back yard, and there were two diamondback rattlers between me and the house. There was a woman I didn’t know on the porch, and she was telling me to go away, but I kept walking closer. Then she picked up the snakes and handed them to me. I took them, like a big ol’ DA, and they bit me on both of my index fingers. Then I ran back into the garage to get in the car and drive to the hospital, only when I went into the garage it was my office, and all my coworkers were standing there smiling, telling me that they’d take care of me. I woke up to a soothed sensation, as if everything was really going to be okay.

So now: Were the two snakes representative of my Two Big Projects that I’ve been focusing so hard on, and are they both going to end up biting me on the hand? Or was I just recognizing the fact that even if they don’t work out, I’ve still got the security of a good day job that’ll see me through? I don’t do dream analysis, and I don’t know if I believe in precognition or not, but that was a weird dream.

I have had some creepy precog moments in my life from time to time. Just the other day I asked for rain and got it, within moments of my requesting it. One time I woke up with a bad feeling about ten years ago, and right before lunch break that day there was an explosion on the jobsite where I was working that burned a guy pretty badly. Maybe the planets are lined up just right for those moments, or maybe the Earth’s magnetic field is firing in my mental cortex. Or maybe it’s just the full moon or the tide or cosmic pixie dust. Or maybe it’s really just all a big coincidence.

written by Matt Mitchell \\ tags: precognition

Last night I dreamed:

I heard the sky ask me to come and find it. I looked up but all I saw were stars.
The sky said, “Do you know who I am?”
“No,” I said.
“I’m Polaris, the brightest star in the sky. I want you to come find me.” I still couldn’t see the star, only the dark, infinite sky.
“Don’t find me,” another voice said, and I could see the source of this voice: it was a baby in a box, floating through space, looking very angry.
“No,” said Polaris, “you wouldn’t want to find him. I didn’t realize I was shining so brightly that a ray touched him and woke him up.” Polaris adjusted the errant ray. “There, is that better?”
“Yes,” the baby said, and went to sleep.

That was when I woke up. It was four a.m. My wife was sleeping beside me, my baby in his room. I laid there for a few minutes trying to keep hold of the dream, thinking that it must mean something, but I can’t really decipher these kinds of things.

After I went back to sleep there were more dreams but it was mostly a mishmash of sex and underwater speed surfing. Glad I didn’t have my recurring nightmare again, where I’m always on top of something unbelievably tall and unstable. Usually rounded and with no handholds and I’m either being thrown about or slowly sliding, unable to stop myself.

written by Matt Mitchell \\ tags: polaris