I haven’t written a dream post in awhile. I started this blog writing and analyzing my crazy dreams. I’m not totally sure why. It wasn’t until about a year ago that I posted what I consider to be my first few Pieces of Writing. Actually, these were the first pieces of writing that I had written since… ever, really, other than assignments for classes.
I can hardly fathom that, since writing is such a huge part of me, now. I guess I just never had a place to put my writings, so I never wrote. I can be strange like that.
Anyway, here we are, back to where this blog came from. I don’t have as many crazy dreams as I used to, but this one was a weird one. And this is also the first time I”ve ever had a dream about someone who I know almost exclusively from the blogging/Facebook page world, Liz, from Pounding Pavement. She (justifiably) might be a little creeped out by that fact.
A few of us go to her parents cottage, which is on a lake, in the late fall or early winter. It’s pretty cold outside but for some reason we think it’s a good idea to go swimming. I’m i the water for only a few minutes before the bottoms of my feet are killing me. Apparently while walking into the lake, wading deeper and deeper, I was stepping on some sort of bivalve. A freshwater mussel perhaps? The mussels are about 1 inch long, and I have around 20 or so packed into the bottom of my feet.
Liz has seen this type of mussel before and said to me, “We need to get them out, really fast!” The problem is, these suckers clamp their little shells together and chomp at your skin, enough to make you bleed. And they multiply. They multiply faster once you take them out, so while you pull them out of your feet/body, you have to rip them apart to kill them. If you pull them out and don’t kill them instantly, they could multiply fast enough to bite you to death with their teeny white shells. They’re starting to bite our legs, so Liz and I are both pulling mussels out of my flesh and tearing them to shreds, so we don’t end up succumbing to death-by-mussel in the lake.
BITING: Dream Forth tells me that to dream of being bitten symbolizes a situation that has been frustrating me. I apparently feel helpless and am unsure how to overcome my hurdle. This sounds pretty typical of every day. This is why I like wine.
LAKE: Dream Forth says that dreaming of a lake symbolizes my current emotional condition. A clear and calm lake represents inner peace and serenity. On the contrary, a disturbed lake signifies the presence of an emotional battle. Not sure about this one, since the lake water was calm, and we were relatively calm, but the damn biting mollusks were not calm. They were ferocious. I’m getting bored with all of these analyses saying I have “an emotional condition”. I think I’ve figured that out by now. Emotional (in)stability blah blah.
MUSSEL: Inspired by Dreams informs me that mollusks are often closed so dreaming of these sea creatures can be a message about the need to open in order to claim the potential of the ‘inner depths.’ Associated with water, the message can relate to feelings or how letting go of past pain allows for greater fulfillment. Issue with this analysis: the mussels were NOT closed. They were open-closed-open-closed-open-closed, very fast and bitey-like. The only thing I can think of at all remotely related to this is the fact that I’ve been completely disgusted by shrimp since I’ve been pregnant. I can’t look at it, smell it, eat it. Write about it (GAG). No matter how hungry I am.