Just a note before I begin this on:
I know this is not a dream blog, and I am not going to document every dream that I have, it’s just that these ones I can remember and they let me segway into something else I want to talk about.
Please don’t take this blog as a plea for you to start analysing me either. They’re just dreams. Is cool, I am not psychologically disturbed.
I have also heard (on a TV show, maybe It’s always sunny in Philadelphia or maybe it was How I Met Your Mother) that other people don’t want to hear about your dreams unless they are in them. So unless you are Dave O’Neil you may want to stop reading now.
So let us begin.
I dream a lot. And often I remember the dreams I have. Sometimes I apparently talk or mumble in my sleep too, so I feel I am a vivid dreamer. Unfortunately for me they are not always pleasant dreams.
There are only three things in the world that really scare me,sure I dislike other things, and some things give me the creeps, but I feel I only have three irrational fears, things that I am petrified by that I really have no easy or reasonable way to explain.
Anyway, one of my dreams last night was about one of these fears – I am afraid of steep hills.
Don’t laugh. They are scary.
I’m not talking about your gentle incline, or a lovely rolling vista. And I am not talking about looking at them from a distance. I am talking about being on them, walking or driving up or down them.
Take this one for example
This is looking down from the top of Mount Vesuvius.
Let me just tell you that I did not enjoy climbing this mountain (and not just because I am unfit). I had to walk in the middle of the path, away from the edges, because not only was I on the side of a steep hill, the other side was the mouth of a volcano. It didn’t help that all the young German tourists were running around everywhere and I felt like they would push me in at any moment.
I think it’s about being vertical. The steeper the incline gets, the more scared I become.
Yesterday, as mentioned in pretty much every blog this week, I went to pick up my sister after her holiday. I also picked up one of her friends to drop home as well. This friend lives in a valley and it is an ok drive in, but feels like a really steep drive coming out. Bad news for me and my irrational fear of hills.
I don’t really remember what happened in this dream. I just remember the fear from being on that slope. Hence, the inspiration for this blog.
I guess it is pretty ironic then that I actually live on a mountain. Maybe I do need some psychoanalysis after all.
The Australian comedian Dave O’Neil was also in my dream last night. I follow him on twitter so I think that’s how he managed to infiltrate my subconscious. I think we were trying to sell something together, oh no, that’s right, he had a gym membership and was trying to make me work out with him. It was funny because I don’t really picture him as a gym person, especially as one of his books that I ow is called Everything Tastes Better Crumbed. He must be a pretty good comedian if he is even being funny in my dreams.
Coming up on my next blog: I slowly begin to dread going back to work.