There were strangers in my head last night.
For the few hours of drifting into sleep–
There were strangers in my house last night.
But they weren’t actually there–there.
Dozens filled the small room around my bed.
I fought my way out of that stranger filled room
And found my mother, out of place.
She was there but unaware.
They filled my nightmarish dream with terror so profound.
But why? Why?!?!?!
How do I come to terms with hallucinatory strangers in dreams?
Pink Starburst Anxiety 
Sometimes there isn’t a why for what you dream. It’s like your brain taking out the trash. Other times there is meaning but to understand it you have to look at it in the context of what’s going on in your waking life. Look for patterns or themes similar in both
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Oh, the patterns. I took out some “trash” today and it didn’t feel great. I can possibly fathom that it’s my readers—I haven’t shared this much of my life… ever. Inadequacy continues to pile up.
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They live in my head too. I wish I knew the answer
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They left me alone last night. I read myself to sleep and FINALLY got my first full night of sleep in over a week. Hope you’re having a good day!
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