So Predictable
Last night's wedding anxiety dream was really kind of a let-down. It contained the vital ingredients, true (those being wedding and anxiety), but I think it was more or less relying on those to carry the true punch, instead of exercising any kind of creativity or providing any entertainment value.
It was typical enough that I'm honestly a bit concerned that it was recycled from some other nearlywed's subconscious - dreaming that I had accidentally given invites to some of my least favorite coworkers, and then having to run around after them explaining that I had just meant to show them the cards, not actually invite them. No drama, no true tension, no chorus line of demonic pralines singing doo-wop in the background - my imagination is better than that, and I'm rather ashamed of it for settling. I'll have to give this one a 5, on a scale of 1-10.
The night before was at least a little bit better - that dream involved us somehow having to get married in a last-minute emergency ceremony at a traveling circus that had set up next door to the softball field near our house. The head gypsy was going to perform the ceremony, but while the ponies were busy trampling down the grass in the outfield to make a flat spot for us to stand, all the guests were getting lost in the maze of wagons nearby, and noone could say where they had vanished to. Vaguely creative, at least a vague attempt at random surreality, and a decent blending of themes - that's closer to a 7, and it might have been an 8 if I had had a chance to approach the wagons myself.
I suppose I shouldn't complain, honestly. These are much easier to handle than the normal nightmares my subconscious throws at me, and it looks like they're here to stay until the ceremony itself has come and gone, so I should just enjoy the reprieve. On the other hand, at least my normal nightmares are unique and bizarre. My mind has no right to slack off just because it's been handed a big fat filing cabinet full of easy worries to stuff into my sleeping brain. I demand that at least some effort go into terrifying me....
It was typical enough that I'm honestly a bit concerned that it was recycled from some other nearlywed's subconscious - dreaming that I had accidentally given invites to some of my least favorite coworkers, and then having to run around after them explaining that I had just meant to show them the cards, not actually invite them. No drama, no true tension, no chorus line of demonic pralines singing doo-wop in the background - my imagination is better than that, and I'm rather ashamed of it for settling. I'll have to give this one a 5, on a scale of 1-10.
The night before was at least a little bit better - that dream involved us somehow having to get married in a last-minute emergency ceremony at a traveling circus that had set up next door to the softball field near our house. The head gypsy was going to perform the ceremony, but while the ponies were busy trampling down the grass in the outfield to make a flat spot for us to stand, all the guests were getting lost in the maze of wagons nearby, and noone could say where they had vanished to. Vaguely creative, at least a vague attempt at random surreality, and a decent blending of themes - that's closer to a 7, and it might have been an 8 if I had had a chance to approach the wagons myself.
I suppose I shouldn't complain, honestly. These are much easier to handle than the normal nightmares my subconscious throws at me, and it looks like they're here to stay until the ceremony itself has come and gone, so I should just enjoy the reprieve. On the other hand, at least my normal nightmares are unique and bizarre. My mind has no right to slack off just because it's been handed a big fat filing cabinet full of easy worries to stuff into my sleeping brain. I demand that at least some effort go into terrifying me....