I still have to blog about Boston. But let me just say, it was a great trip. Pictures to come soon, because they make me giddy.
Umm . . . so I have some crazy dreams. Anyone who knows me knows this. Sometimes they are Harry Potter-awesome. Other times they are as crazy as Willy Wonka.
And--more often than you'd think--they are morbid.
When I tell people this, they usually say: "Sweet little Megan, morbid?"
Well, it's true folks. 11 out of 10 Freudians agree that my subconscious is fascinated with morbidity.
My Cambridge buddies remember that weird avant-garde dream with pineapples and head-mashers, right?
Yeah. Last night's dream was even worse. Hard to believe, I know.
But can you say concentration camp and blood-saturated grass?
It was terrible.
Any suggestions on what I should do to avoid morbid dreams? Any idea why they keep happening?
Heeeeeeeelllllpppppppp meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Oh Megan! I'm so sorry to hear that they're so morbid! My nightmares have never been bloody. My suggestions: read something uplifting before you go to bed (the last thing you read often ends up in your dreams, so no studying German history before bed...). Watch and see if there are any "trigger foods" in your diet. I usually have bad dreams because I'm anxious/stressed/depressed, so I suggest really relaxing/meditating/yoga-ing to help :) Good luck! Can't wait to see Boston pictures!!
ReplyDelete:) Thanks, Camille. These are great suggestions.
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