I have been having some very disturbing and bizarre dreams as of late. Which begs the question, is my subconscious trying to tell me something? Because if it is, then I’m not really receiving the message.
I had several- let me repeat- several dreams about high school a couple of nights ago. Which I find extraordinarily disturbing. I can’t figure what is happening in my subconscious right now. Am I supposed to have learned something from these dreams? Was there a hidden relevance that I’ve missed? It’s not that I didn’t like high school- on the contrary, I had a really decent experience. A lot better than most people I talk to. But why am I dreaming about it? I’m one of those people who doesn’t really think to much on previous phases of their life. I mean, I might think back on lessons I learned from certain experiences or reminisce about funny things that happened, but for the most part once a certain phase of my life is over- it’s over. I don’t want to go back. One of the weirdest parts of these dreams is that my first boyfriend is featuring prominently in them. Why? I have no idea. That was over a decade ago. Why is my subconscious doing this to me? It’s making me uncomfortable.
The worst dream happened Saturday night. I dreamt that space aliens (and you know how I love those) posing as people had tricked hundreds of my friends and I into getting on a school bus and riding into outer space with them. Luckily, I figured out their evil plan (it had something to do with using us as science projects) and tried to get all my friends to get off the bus. None of my friends would budge. One of my best friends wouldn’t even get off the bus when I told her if she went she would miss the Deathly Hallows movies. She wouldn’t come! And she loves Harry Potter! I was fully dismayed. Then, in order not to be caught by the space aliens I fled into this train station like place and hid in the bathroom where one of the girls from Teen Mom handed me a phone to call my family. For some reason I called my Aunt first and she actually wanted me to go with the aliens! I was gutted. Then I called my Mom and she was shockingly nonchalant. It was very traumatic. Then I woke up. What could this mean?
I think maybe I broke my subconscious somehow. I’m not sure what did it but it does seem to be malfunctioning because these dreams are so random and bizarre. Unless it isn’t broken. Maybe it’s just screwing with me. Like, it gets bored and when I’m sleeping is the only time it ever has anything important to do so it’s just really living it up dream-wise and trying to screw with my non-sleeping hours too. What a mischievous subconscious I have. And if it is my subconscious just screwing around with me then it’s working. I’m feeling very confused. Should I join a bus full of space aliens or go back to high school? I just don’t know. Maybe my subconscious will be more clear tonight.