My Crazy Attempt at Dream Stuff Last Night
Alright, so I woke up around 3 AM after this totally wild dream about flying squirrels stealing my grandma’s dentures, right? Weird. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Figured, hey, saw that dream melting guide thing earlier… why not give it a shot? Was half-asleep anyway.
Grabbing the Basics
First thing, stumbled to my desk in the dark, stubbed my toe on the stupid chair leg. Found my notebook – the messy one covered in coffee stains. Grabbed a pen that barely worked. Couldn’t be bothered finding a good one. Also remembered the guide said to chill out first. Cold coffee left in the mug? Chugged it. Didn’t exactly zen me out, but I was awake now. That counted.
Writed Down the Mess
Started scribbling everything I could remember, fast as I could before it vanished:
- Big oak tree in Grandma’s backyard.
- Squirrels… but with wings? Like, proper bat wings.
- Granny yelling, waving her rolling pin.
- Her dentures flying out of her mouth.
- Squirrels grabbing them, zipping up into the tree branches.
- Feeling kinda panicked but also… amused?
- Bright green sky overhead.
Didn’t try making sense of it. Just dumped it all on paper. My handwriting looked like a spider fell in ink and had a seizure, but I could read it.
Trying the “Floating Feeling” Thing
Okay, the guide said to focus on the strongest feeling from the dream. For me? That weird mix of panic and laughing. Sat back, closed my eyes. Tried to feel my butt in the chair (weird, I know), hear the damn fridge humming. Had to really focus to push the dream images aside. Let that jittery feeling come up, then tried to just… sit with it. Not label it. Felt like energy buzzing in my chest, like pins and needles but higher up.
Letting Go of the Story (Kinda)
Here’s where it got tricky. The guide said don’t interpret, just experience the feeling. I kept seeing Granny’s face all scrunched up. Had to actively shove that picture away a few times. Focused back on the buzz-sensation. It felt lighter after a minute. Less intense. Like turning down a loud TV. Didn’t vanish completely, just… quieter. Sat there breathing kinda heavy for a few minutes. Felt dumb but also strangely calm.
After the Buzz Faded
Opened my eyes. Still dark outside. That squirrel-denture drama felt distant. Didn’t magically understand what it “meant”. Granny’s fine, by the way, dentures firmly in place. Didn’t suddenly decode my life or anything. But that jittery, half-panicked, half-laughing feeling? It was gone. Not buried… more like it dissolved. Like adding sugar to hot water – just dissolved. Weird.
So yeah. That’s what happened at 3 AM. I didn’t become a dream guru. Felt half-assed and confusing for most of it. But waking up this morning, that particular weird anxious feeling from the dream is just… not there. Coffee still tastes better without squirrel interference. Still figuring this crap out.
