Full disclosure, we had just watched the new Matrix movie the night before… that very may well have played into some of the imagery too… as well as the notion of an unseen prison, of course.
It felt like a wearable prison. Something I was trapped within, that I’d not been able to see before.
A definite possibility, though I’m well aware of my imperfections vs the public people have of me… in this case, it was a shocking revelation to see the damage.
It didn’t feel like a positive change, FWIW. More so like an attack. Something that had enshrouded me to trap and damage me.
Haha… yes… I always need more sleep. Sadly my sleep still relies somewhat heavily on several sleep supplements, and hasn’t been “good” for many years… despite what my Oura ring says. Though I get 2-3h of deep sleep many nights, which is quite good. My issue is that I’ll often be woken up by unpleasant dreams… even if they’re not overly “scary”, they just feel fundamentally wrong or disturbing somehow.
Like if you returned home one day to discover your family had been recast (as if they were in a movie/tv show), yet you didn’t consciously remember who they were previously. Just a subtle gnawing sense that something isn’t right.
That’s been a common feature of my dreams for years; many of them take place in an alternate version of reality that… here’s the weird part… is always the same. I’ve had multiple lucid dreams and have explored this world extensively, and it scares me. There’s nothing weird or obviously unpleasant about it, it just feels “wrong” compared to the actual world. If that makes sense. Things are in the wrong place, or people are in the wrong roles.
I had no original intention of sharing this next bit, but I feel it’s important.
The strangest part, which is a whole other thing, is a child I met in a dream 15-20 years ago. In the dream it was my niece… Half-asian, and the cutest most lovable little girl I’d ever seen. I scooped her up in my arms and wouldn’t let go. When I woke up and realized it was just a dream, I was heartbroken because I missed her so much.
Well, many years later my sister is not with an Asian guy (nor has she ever been) but… I’m the one with a Chinese wife, and a half-Asian daughter that feels very familiar. And her name is very similar to the girl from the dream too, though my kiddo’s name was the result of much deliberation with my wife, and I’d forgotten all about the dream until very recently.
Did I meet my future daughter in a dream many years ago or just a coincidence? Who knows. Dreams are weird lol.
I need to go take a breath.
