Its a difficult time of year for me – largely as an anniversary of an event quite some time ago that still has an ongoing effect on me. For the most part this manifests itself as bad dreams, restless nights, insomnia and being somewhat more thoughtful in quiet moments. Fortunately I tend not to remember too much about the dreams, though I’m told I tend to thrash around a bit, so perhaps that’s for the best.
This past evening is no exception, except that I do have an array of weird and wonderful nightmare fragments lingering this morning. I’ve been asked by a counsellor to write them down for discussion so I’d dutifully done so – and have noticed a few themes and sets of imageries that will likely make it into a short story or two.
Leaving aside the somewhat surreal imagery of dreams – well, of my dreams anyway – the themes from last night seem to have been mostly centred around confusion, deceit, seduction, alien hives and/or vampires, with a side order of violence, death, consumption and not being believed. The first part of all that sounds like rather a good night out – the latter, not so much.
Oh well, suppose I should get up and put the kettle on, start the day properly.