…or, is it?
Have you ever had one of those dreams that grosses you out SO much that even 10 hours later from waking you are STILL getting chills? Well, I had one of those last night. I am trying to work it out, and my mom brought up some interesting points that I think are on point.
I dreamt I was stung by a bee. I’m not allergic, thankfully, so it wasn’t a huge deal in my dream. But, I remember it stinging. (Ewww. I’m getting the chills AGAIN as I’m typing this! What the crap?) I went to pull out the stinger and as I did I pulled out all this other crap, kind of like a stick or something. And, it kept coming. And, coming. And, coming. And, coming. It wouldn’t stop. It was long, thin, and gross. So, effing, gross. I woke up grossed out. I know I’m writing gross a lot. Believe me. It was.
I looked online and found some sites about dream interpretation. Here’s one I found interesting:
Another reason that you might dream of being stung by a bee is because you think that you have had a string of bad luck. Bees usually represent good luck, and the payoff of industrious labor and hard work. So when one of these positive symbols comes back to bite you, it can honestly be a little confusing. You think that despite your hardest efforts, things just have not been going your way in life, but you can’t exactly figure out a way to change things for yourself and it is really affecting you emotionally and mentally. Don’t let yourself fall down this road. Instead try to figure out how you can make yourself feel a little better. And change your luck for the better.
I am a bit speechless. I mean, come on. Have you been reading my blog for a while?! Couldn’t I have written that on the dream interpretation page about my life? Rest assured, I didn’t. But, I probably could have and titled it, “hopeforheather”. So….
I get it, kinda. I mean, I am working on many things to make myself feel better: Exercise, therapy, volunteering, learning how to advocate for Rare Disease in person and on Social Media. Mom said that maybe the “sticks” represented a type of “poison” I’m in the process of pulling out of me. Makes a bit of sense, right? This brain thing is going to be ever-changing, as is Cowden Syndrome. More processing. And just today I talked with the neurologist’s office and they want to refer me out to one of the big hospitals for further evaluation. Cough cough. So, this is my life with Lhermitte-duclos Disease. Process. Change. If I didn’t know how to tuck and roll before diagnosis, I better learn how to do it ASAP.