Dreams and poetry

I had a nightmare last night, crying out in my sleep and Hubby coming in to calm me.
It was 4 am.
I have no idea what triggers them. Some people say not to eat cheese or chocolate before going to bed. Although I had a quarter of a cheese sandwich at the darts supper last night, I don’t think it would have been enough to generate such a graphic dream in my subconsciousness, and the chocolate biscuit I put in my bag for Hubby’s elevenses today.

Usually I am able to write my dreams down. In doing so, it makes them less scary, and as such, the memory fades, or at least I can get things into perspective. I don’t have nightmares often, not upsetting ones like this anyway, but it still took a while for me to settle and get back to sleep.

I didn’t stir until 7.30, then went back to sleep until 9.45.
When I woke up, I had some words floating around in my head, and grabbed the first thing I could write on which happened to be my Suduku book!

We were friends for so many years,
You comforted me through endless tears,
Constantly there, you were at my side,
In you I knew I could always confide.
What the trigger was, I will never know,
You are a stranger to me now.
You turned, and your character changed,
Nothing was visible, or pre-ordained.
You attacked me out of the blue,
There was only one thing I could do:
I am sorry things have gone this way,
I would have liked our love to stay,
But you cannot be trusted, and so
With a heavy heart, I must let you go.

In case you were wondering, my dream was about a family pet (not familiar I might add) which for no reason turned and attacked me, snarling and drooling as it snapped at my face, my arms, body and legs. There was no way I could escape it and no-one to help me defend myself.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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21 Responses to Dreams and poetry

  1. That’s a scary dream. Last few years I get really vivid dreams. Last night I was in a strange city trying to find my car in one of the million car parks. Couldn’t get back to sleep again.

  2. blindzanygirl says:

    Wow!

  3. fransiweinstein says:

    I think the pet was symbolic of something else. We never know what triggers dreams and as such I find them really interesting. This is the beginning of a new year and you’ve been through so much in the last couple of years — selling your boat, moving, losing your mom, unexpected surgery, etc. This dream could be part of all of that. The subconscious at work. It could be you are dealing with the past in preparation for a fresh start in this new decade.

    • Could be Fransi as Maggie has been with us through it all. It’s food for thought. Thank you. This year will be spent concentrating on getting Hubby’s issues sorted and that is a different kettle of fish to Humphrey and Dick.
      I admit that I’m also seeing it as not being so trusting and assuming that ‘all dogs’ like me, and that I;d like to keep my fingers, arthritic as they are!

      • fransiweinstein says:

        One thing is for sure Di. In real life Maggie would NEVER turn on you. And I think your fingers are safe from any other dogs as well. You always ask their moms and dads for permission before you pet them and dogs have incredible instincts. They know who loves them and they know who they can trust.

      • Thanks. I try to respect other people’s feelings and their dogs. It’s a two way street. ❤

      • fransiweinstein says:

        It is for sure and I do the same.

  4. SarahC says:

    Wow just wow….at least your weren’t drowning….eek my last nightmare

  5. Sadje says:

    I think it was your subconscious worrying about dick and stuff that has happened.

    • possibly, but we sorted him and this was about a dog turning. It’s highly unusual for dogs not to like me, so maybe it’s a warning to not take it from granted in the future in case I get bitten.

  6. jenanita01 says:

    I have had an animal turn on me for no reason, and the savage experience was both scary and upsetting. Your poem described it perfectly, Di…

    • My niece’s Akita turned on her in a vicious attack and she whacked it with a pan to get it outside then called the vet immediately for it to be put down. Her other little dog almost died as it had waded in to protect her and the baby, and my niece had to have stitches for a leg wound.

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