I have the least mysterious subconscious I've ever heard of.

[dira]

A couple of weeks ago I went running for the first time in a couple of months (I run outside, so ice and cold and snow are serious deterrents and, yeah, next year maybe a gym membership for the winter) and ... I didn't actually do anything I could perceive, I just came up lame all of a sudden, and after that my foot hurt to even walk on for several days.

The first or second night after it happened, I had a dream about taking a long bicycle trip.

Yes, thank you subconscious, I have cracked your code. Maybe it would be better to take up a non-impact activity at least temporarily.


Last night I spent a lot of time staring at my Generation Kill wolf-verse Iraq story, which I had skipped out of working on for a few days in favor of scribbling away at Teen Wolf kidfic. I also spent some time talking (whining) to the very patient petra and iulia about how much I didn't want to work on the Iraq story and how I knew I needed to finish it and how I was grimly determined but wahhhhhhhh. Etc.

Last night, I dreamed I was re-enlisting in the Marines, complete with two dude Marines following me up to the table to sign both leering at me and joking (I felt coolly superior to them, as I outranked them, which they would realize once we were all back in uniform) and standing tall at attention, determined to show no fear, while a bored officer warned me that there was a fifty percent chance the gas mask drill I had to do as part of the fitness test for re-enlisting would involve actual gas of some kind.

Yes, subconscious. I GET IT. I'm going to do this, and I'm going to do it well, even if parts of it suck and hurt. YES. OKAY.

Comments

[trinity_clare]

that is awesome, and you are a badass Marine of a writer!

[goodgriefcharlie]

I kinda wish my subconscious was as straightforward! I tend not to remember a lot of my dreams, but when I do they're always really weird and random. For example, yesterday I woke up from a dream in which a purple mama T-rex was on a rampage and destroyed my basement because I had the nerve to offer a hug to her shapeshifted-as-human T-rex kid as he was walking home from school, stressed and glowing orange from the effort he was exerting to avoid shifting into dino-mode. The destruction of my basement was so intense time stood still, but was somehow also so incredibly loud it was less noise and more pressure inside my ears.

...Yeah, I got nothing. I don't have or work with kids, my relationship with my mom is good right now, I'm not stressed about my living situation, I'm healthy (so no cold/sinus pressure/plugged up ears), and my neighborhood was calm and peaceful when I woke up, so I can't even theorize that I was hearing ambient noise and integrating it into my dream. I mean, I do have this irrational fear of dinosaurs (thanks, Jurassic Park!) but I haven't watched or read anything dinosaur related at all recently. WTF brain.

[pollitt]

LOL! Your subconscious sounds a lot like mine... it at least cuts down on the need to decipher what it's trying to tell you...

[ollipop]

I like that your subconscious is at least able to reach for those low-hanging metaphors. I have dreams that exactly mirror my real life... if my laundry is not folded when I go to sleep, I will dream about folding laundry. Etc. It makes merry hell on chores and paying bills. When I oversleep, I dream about showering, and then wake up even crankier because it hasn't actually happened.

I am *so ready* for wolfverse! Bring it on! Write like a Marine!