| I dream in technicolor with surround sound and smell-o-vision. These vivid dreams stick with me when I wake, polluting my brain until the coffee hits the cerebellum.
For weeks now my dreams have been filled with rage. Not killing someone rage, but yelling at people rage or the cold rage you can’t express but just have to eat. The rage that sits in your chest and makes it hard to breathe.
There is no identifiable target for this rage, which seems strange. I mean, in the dream I’m obvious angry at someone or some situation, but that person or situation has no analog in the real world.
The dreams are very strange, like dreams usually are. For example, last night I was a ghost getting ready for some big ghost ball. Accompanied by a group of fashion-conscious ghosts we plundered the cosmetic department of some fancy department store to get ready. I looked the height of ghost fashion in a Sweeney Todd sort of way when I realized I was wearing just one shoe. I couldn’t find the other one. Rage ensued.
I’m fairly self-aware, I realize this dream is about loss or the inability to express something. Is it related to my blocked creativity? Will the rage resolve as I work through The Artist’s Way?