Yelling For Help
I don’t often have bad dreams, and this one was a doozy. I was in my house – or office – and it was a large, clear white space. I noticed a lot of fine black dust in places on the white carpet, like toner from copy machines, and then it gathered and swirled, but sometimes it was white. Then I saw a man – or something with a skull – sitting on a white slab couch like my Mom used to have in turquoise back a long time ago.
I kept looking – sort of like a cat does when he sees something he is not sure of, looking for motion or some sign of threat, very alert. When the skull creature started to move, I started to yell.
(Lithograph by Munch)
It’s hard to yell when you are scared, but I kept at it. “Help!” It sounded weak and tentative. “HELP!” “HELP!”
AdventureMan was there to help, calling my name, asking if I was OK. “I thought it was the Qatteri Cat,” he told me, “It sounded kind of strangled and yowly.”
I just laughed. I felt good. The skull man didn’t get me, AdventureMan was right here, my trusted knight, and I had broken through my fear – or the sleep barrier – and yelled really loud. I don’t know why, but it made me feel powerful and like I had survived something and that made me feel good. π
(It could also be related to the series I am reading, on which the current HBO series Game of Thrones is based, and maybe it disturbs me on some deep level.)
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:0 good you got over it. sometimes they seem to hover a while, atleast whole of that day, and we try to pinpoint the source in the recesses of our mind. I sometimes find it disturbing and would like to erase it away, soon! π
Onlooker – I’ve had those ones that linger, but mostly that happens if it was unresolved. I felt so empowered in this dream that I was able to scream for help, even if I sounded like a strangled cat. My husband was there to scare off any phantasms left over from the dream, but mostly, I just felt happy that whatever it was that scared me, I was not terrified into helplessness, but was able to act effectively. It made me feel GREAT. π