This last week was a strange adventure for my subconscious. Each night I had vivid dreams and what makes them even stranger is that I remember them.
I don’t sleep well, usually tossing and turning throughout the night and as a result, I remember very few of my dreams and the ones I do are just plain odd.
The latest dream starts out with me in a high-rise apartment. I’m sitting on the floor, looking to my right, at the balcony/ledge – there was no guard railing, it was completely open.
I sketched it on a Post-it note (figure A) to give you an idea.
Every few minutes, flocks, and I mean FLOCKS, big flocks, think Hitchcock-style flocks of birds – would fly by the window. Each bird in the flock carried a twig in its beak. One of the flocks was owls, but I don’t remember what other birds flew by.
A flock would pass by, it would be quiet for just a minute or two, then another wave would go by. The birds ignored me as if I wasn’t there, but they blocked my view of the outside, and the flapping of wings was a loud and annoying sound.
After four flocks went by, I was so tired of the noise that I threw a few small twigs at the passing birds.
After I landed, I looked up to see a few birds swirling around overhead and one of the birds in front of me turned into a man, a man who looked an awful lot like the High Sparrow from Game of Thrones.
End of dream.
The only part that bothered me was seeing the High Sparrow – I’m a Game of Thrones fan and I don’t like this character; I’ll spare you what I think of religious zealots.
I’ve been looking at dream interpretation sites and this is the general idea coming up the most frequently.
At least it’s not negative. Maybe it can be related to the career change I’m making – and now I’m thinking of changing my current career plans to become a dream interpreter because I’d make a fortune of off me alone.