Last night I had a dream I was alone walking towards a dune in a desert. As I continued to walk, I saw parts of the sand shift in front of me. Little ants in a uniform group began to emerge. As they scuttled towards me they morphed into flying wasps. I remember standing there, it was windy and very dry. I was very placid and held no emotion while they continued in my direction. I also remember thinking of being scared, but never actually showing that fear.
As I read more about dream immagery and the meaning behind dream images, I realized how discouraging my dream is.
Deserts are empty, desolate, lonely places,
Ants are hard workers, but what are they doing in the middle of the desert? And why did they morph into wasps? Wasps are angry insects. Why were they headed straight for me??
My dreams are always mystical to me, but I am never disappointed in the surreal storytelling. I wonder if it is actually my own mind at times or if it's someone elses in a far off parallel universe. I'm such a realist in the waking hours I can't fathom how my mind creates such beautiful imagery.
I'd like to live in a my dreams I think it would be fascinating to be in a place where the laws of the universe and the rules of every day life don't apply. Then it would be reality that is the strange-unique place to occasionally visit
Still, I know I can't live in them, I will continue to log them in the hope of understanding the insanity that exists in my subconscious.