Dreaming In Metaphors

In the dream, I was in a dark bedroom. It felt like I was kneeling, on the floor. The carpet was plush under my knees, and the air was cool. A draft blew across my back, and I realized that the closet door behind me was opening. Someone began slipping through, and I knew that the person intended to kill me. I felt the solid presence of the intruder’s body against my back, and felt an arm wrap around me.

I became aware of a large knife – a chef’s knife – sliding around the side of my hip and stopping at my right inner thigh. Silently, I moved my hand toward it. My other hand moved toward it as well, and with a sudden motion I reached for both the knife’s handle and the assailant’s fingers. With all of my strength, I wrenched at the knife and bent the fingers away from the hand. The knife became mine.

With absolute certainty, I knew that this person would not stop until I was dead. I turned toward the figure and – without hesitation – began stabbing the knife repeatedly into the inner thigh, and then the chest. It was a woman. She had long, dark hair, stark white skin and brown eyes. She collapsed back unto the bed, eyes closed. I moved toward the door to the room and stepped through.

I was on a landing in front of a set of stairs. It was still dark. Very dark. As I approached the steps, the door opened behind me. I watched the woman lift herself from the bed; saw the look of evil intent in her eyes as she came toward the open portal. Heart pounding, fear rushing through me, I turned toward the stairs, a feeling of doom hanging over me.

So strong was the pounding of my heart that I awoke with a start. I could feel the organ thumping against the front wall of my chest. My breathing was fast and shallow. I looked at the clock. 5:30 am.

And so began today….

My mind is in a bit of a fog this morning. I know that I was having other dreams last night, and that I was waking up regularly, my mind bothered. The contents of those dream is still a mystery, which – if they’re anything like the one I do remember – might be a bit of a blessing.

It’s obvious that I’m working through something. If only I knew what it was, I could assign my conscious mind to it as well. For now, I’ll sip my coffee and wait.