dreams are funny things
Both my brother and I have fallen into the habit of writing down what we remember of our dreams when we wake up and while not every dream is remembered and not every dream is pleasant and worth remembering, there are more than enough that are absurdly comical constructions.
He is more of a natural comedian than I am, so it is a pity I do not have any of his descriptions at hand, but here are a few of mine:
So I was all into making friends with this cougar, but he really wanted to kill me. I, unfortunately for him, was always one step ahead and predicted what he was going to do, such as when he tried to sneak up on a pair of people and I warned them away. So he followed me home, I knew that was going to happen, and somehow got trapped under my back porch and my brother and I tried to coax him out. Eventually I think he warmed up to us all. He was a very odd deep orangey brown color and had the tendency to lick people like a dog.
I was in a movie (Star Wars adjacent?), and I looked absolutely beautiful. But I could not act or sing which was unfortunate because the movie was a musical. There was a pair of elders (a man and woman, though elder is a strange word, because they were only like 30ish), and I was part of a pair of upstarts (I had a boy with me). Not sure how old I was supposed to be and I was much shorter than I am in real life. I looked gorgeous though.
This is just a really odd theme of a few of my dreams: just a room with way way way too many beds, like beds, made beds, lining every part of the floor. Often these bed rooms are secret rooms inside other rooms, and twice they were within alternate reality college dorm rooms. But these were gigantic rooms and every inch of them was bed next to bed in a grid pattern.
While I was trying to find where I had left my paintings in the school building, I tasked myself with the burden of getting rid of a tiny contained bee's nest which was for some reason slowly boiling over.
I won a foot race and guessed my anagram faster than everyone else, and as a reward I was given a diorama of a large grotesque marine creature, which basically looked like a mix of an octopus, an angler fish, and someone's insides.
I went to the bathroom while I was staying at the house of someone I know, and when I got to the bathroom, I was distracted by how beautiful it was outside the window, all pink flowering trees. I took out my camera and was about to take a picture when a bunch of incredibly large male gorillas started making a ruckus in the nearby river. They were eventually quieted by the people who owned the house but then started doing a musical number complaining about how they have to stay in this stupid human world.
It's perhaps clear that some of these are stress dream adjacent. But I personally don't count any of these as stress dreams, because usually my stress dreams are a lot more unpleasant and a lot more realistic.
I also have what I would call comfort dreams where my subconscious is quite obviously spinning a dream to bring me comfort in some way. I cannot explain why they are in fact comforting as many of them make even less sense than the dreams mentioned above, but they are, and they are often exquisitely timed.
~nan
Currently Listening To: Atmos (Album) by SHINee and Exit Strategy (Album) by Yana
Currently Reading: The Reluctant Heiress (Magic Flutes) by Eva Ibbotson, and I just finished reading The Aeneid by Vergil (translated by Fitzgerald)