#jung!

Q: What you have been doing for last 2 years 3 months?

I had the weirdest dream. It’s so weird that it still gives me goose bumps just thinking about it. If anyone has like mad Carl Jung/Freudian dream analysis skills, give my dream a shot. It goes like this:

 I wake up to the sound of fireworks and heavy, thunderous rain in a room that isn’t mine but feels like mine. Frightened, I stay exactly where I am, tucked safely in bed. Then, when the odd combination of rain and fireworks isn’t unnerving enough, a colony of bats begin to fly erratically past my window, though I can only make out their silhouettes. Except for one, that is. One bat, which is so visible under the haze of stormy clouds, was fluttering against my window, trying to fight the winds. I can hear every action it makes so well, from the flapping of its wings to the way it latches its teeth on the edge of the window to prevent it from being blown away. But it does get blown away and I sit on my bed, confused as ever. Eventually, I make it towards the window to see for myself all the commotion but there’s nothing but clouds. I peer at the window of the room next door and I realize that it’s half open. Frantically, I go into the other room and almost immediately do I recoil from the sudden burst of humidity. There’s a TV by the entrance, but it appears to be half-on with only the image of the DVD homepage greeting. I walk past it and can’t help but notice that, though this room is obviously mine because I feel like I’ve been here many times before, it’s crowded with an alarming amount of things. I finally make it to the corner with the half-open window and that’s when I feel it, the wetness of the carpet. I’m just about to close the window to prevent any more rainwater from getting in, but suddenly, my eyes fall on another half-on TV. The cable box isn’t on but the TV is, and I look at both machines perplexedly. Shaking my head, I go on to close the window, but then that’s when I suddenly wake up.