Dreams

There are many times where I wish I knew a little something about dream interpretation. I tend to have vivid dreams that I remember quite well, even if I have a hard time verbalizing them to others. Last night I had a particularly disturbing dream that went something like this:

I was an investigative journalist who had little control over her assignments. On the side of all this I was also trying to deal with an ex of mine who I still think would make a good friend, but he refuses. Anyway, this ex is trying to convince me that we ought to get back together and seems genuinely surprised and angry when I remind him I'm already in a relationship and plan to stay there.

I'm rushing out of the house (it's an unfamiliar house) to go on my next assignment, one that terrifies me. I am supposed to go and test out a theory about how to safely land a plane that is crashing. Mind you, at this time it is only a theory and this is the first test run. My publication has insisted I be in that damn cockpit while they test it out, which means if it doesn't work, I'm dead.

Interestingly I watch this whole flight take place from outside the plane and not inside where "I" am sitting. Anyway, the theory works and while shaken, I'm still alive.

My next assignment is to check out this place that is a center for devil worship. It purports to have someone who actually brings the devil to you. D decides, for whatever reason, to come with me. The "hostess" lets us in and explains that there are many rooms for all different levels of devil worship. Some are just your typical occult practices, with figurines, chants, etc. Some are more intense and lastly there is the room where the devil will physically appear and interact with you. I have to check out all the rooms and D gamely follows along. We come to the devil in physical form room and our hostess tells us this little disclaimer: Believers who go in will come out one of two ways. The first way is satisfied and justified. Their devil worshipping has a point. The second is that you will kill yourself.

For some reason D decides to go first. The only question they ask before letting you in is whether you believe. Not whether you worship the devil, etc., just whether you believe he exists. D comes out and I refuse to go in. We leave and sure enough he kills himself in a rather gruesome manner on which I will not expound here. I am witness to his death which leaves me as a bit of a mental case.

End of Dream.

Absolutely horrific. Needless to say, I didn't have a very restful sleep and today I just want to go home and do normal things like the laundry to bring me back from it all. I feel a bit shaky and can't stop thinking about it, no matter how much I want to. Wretched dreams.