I woke up at three in the morning last Tuesday, sweating and swatting at the air like a crazy person. In my dream, hundreds of thick, black flies were buzzing around my kitchen, landing on everything I loved. I couldn’t get rid of them. It felt so real that I spent the next hour checking the corners of my bedroom with a flashlight. After that, I couldn’t just let it go. I had to figure out why my brain was throwing a nasty fly party while I was trying to rest.
Checking the Guts of the Dream
I started digging through old books and some messy forums online. First thing I realized is that flies aren’t just bugs in dreams; they are like little buzzing red flags. I sat down with my notebook and started retracing what happened in the dream. The flies weren’t just flying; they were hovering over a specific pile of mail on my counter. When I thought about it, that mail was a stack of unpaid bills and a weird letter from my brother that I’d been ignoring for weeks.
That’s when it hit me. These flies represent the “little things” that rot. If you leave a piece of meat out, flies come. If you leave a problem out and don’t deal with it, your brain sends “dream flies” to remind you that something is getting stinky. I realized my dream was telling me that my procrastination was starting to decay my peace of mind. It wasn’t about the bugs at all; it was about the guilt of being lazy.
The Secrets Hidden in the Buzz
I didn’t stop there. I kept looking into the “secrets” part of this. I found out that the way the flies behave matters a lot. In my dream, they were loud—that annoying bzzzz sound that gets inside your ears. I looked back at my daily life and noticed I had a couple of “friends” who were basically human flies. They weren’t bad people, but they were constant annoyances, always gossiping and buzzing in my ear about drama I didn’t care about. The dream was making it literal. It was showing me that I was letting people irritate me and drain my energy without me even noticing it during the day.
I also read about this idea that flies can mean a “change” is coming, but the ugly kind. Like, something has to die for something else to grow. I took a hard look at my current job. I’ve been stuck in the same cubicle for five years, feeling like I’m decomposing. The flies were there to show me that the situation had reached its “expiration date.” It was a gross way for my subconscious to tell me to clean house and move on before I got completely eaten up by the boredom.
What I Actually Did About It
Instead of just being scared, I decided to take action based on the “fly logic.” I spent the next Saturday morning tackling that pile of mail. I called my brother, apologized for being a ghost, and paid off those nagging bills. You know what? That night, I slept like a baby. No buzzing. No swatting at shadows.
I also started distancing myself from those “gossip” friends. I stopped picking up the phone the second they called to moan about their boss. It felt cold at first, but the mental quiet I got in return was worth it. I stopped seeing the dream as a nightmare and started seeing it as a trash collector. It was just my brain’s way of telling me to take out the garbage.
Most people think dreams are these deep, magical puzzles, but sometimes they are just raw and dirty messages. The secret is that your brain doesn’t have a filter. It uses the grossest things it can find—like flies—just to make sure you’re actually paying attention. If I hadn’t had that disgusting dream, I’d probably still be sitting under that pile of bills, letting my life get stale. Now, every time I see a fly in the real world, I don’t just kill it; I ask myself what I’m currently avoiding. It’s a weird way to live, but it’s kept my head a lot clearer lately.
