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Bizarre Dream
When I was little I had a phobia about wetting the bed. I never did, but I was always afraid that I would. Even into my adult years if I had a dream that involved (even in passing) going to the loo I would wake up at the moment when my dream self sat on the toilet.
Last night I had a dream that should have woken me up in terrors but didn’t. I wasn’t even slightly frightened although I surely should have been. Last night I got executed.
I don’t know what it was that I had done, but I found myself on an execution stage (like where they used to carry out public hangings). I was sat on a block and there were two men with executioner’s masks, each carrying a very large axe. There was a crowd there to watch but they weren’t making a sound. I had a conversation with the executioners about what was going to happen, they were very matter of fact and not unkind, rather like a police officer is when he’s breathalysing you after you run over a ninja cyclist (a story for another day). Then as I just sat there quite calm, bolt upright, they each swung their axes and cut my head off.
After the execution I was wandering around as a normal person again, but not the person I was before. It was as if whatever I had done to get myself executed was now washed away, nobody remembered it, nobody even recognised me. I was quite happy. Overall quite a nice dream.
Is this to do with the bank crisis and bail-out bringing absolution and rubbing away the world’s financial black marks of the past few years? Or perhaps something closer to home. I don’t feel like a catharsis has happened, but somehow feel that it needs to. Now all I have to do is figure out what it is I am meant to take from this dream, which somehow speaks to me like the Death card from a tarot deck. Curious.












