*Gross alert*
I've had two dreams this week.
In the first one, I was carrying around shit.
It was in a large, log shape, and I was (appropriately) worried it smelled and people would see it.
In the second dream, the scene was somewhat the same. However, in the second dream, it was Jay carrying the shit around. He was actually carrying his around in a big tarp thing that he’d gathered together at all the corners to carry around.
So apparently, he had more shit to haul around, but he was lucky enough to have a tarp.
I'm not sure I've ever had a more disgusting series of dreams before.
About twice a year, I have a house dream. I dream I'm in a huge, cool house with all kinds of interesting and fascinating rooms. The homes are older, modern homes that are completely unique and fascinating. I know the house is mine, and the house is always perfect for who I really am. I have a sense of euphoria in these biyearly dreams that I've never had in my waking life.
In researching dream interpretation, homes and houses usually represent your own soul or self. To see a new house in your dream indicates that you are entering into a new phase or new area in your life. You are becoming more emotionally mature.
The dreams I had this week? Basically the opposite of my house dreams.
I don't have to do much research to know what a shit dream means. I hope my real life can catch up one of these days to what my subconscious is trying to tell me.
Jung apparently had a shit dream early in his life that dramatically impacted the course of his future profession, his life work, many things. I guess shit dreams have a way of bringing something vague into shocking focus.
I won't ignore them, that's for sure, and have renewed conviction that my instincts are correct about the shithole we're in.
I'll keep trying to get out, get better, get free, whatever that ends up looking like.