blather: weird question

[arrow00]

A weird question for my flist:

when you were a kid, did you have a recurring nightmare? if so, what was it?

I had one that was the usual monster-somewhere-in-the-house-coming-to-get-me, but whenever I had a fever and was delirious I had another that was very hard to quantify. It came in various forms but the theme was the same. there was some gigantic piece of machinery, ponderously heavy, made of wooden cogs and levers and chains, and if I touched the wheel the machine would creak into motion and I knew I was destined to be chained to it forever keeping it moving. Or a giant pyramid of stone was suspended above me and I was holding it up but knew it would crush me eventually.

Something about responsibility, or adulthood, but there was also a sense of my insignificance in the giant scheme of things.

What about you, oh my flist?

Comments

[ruthless1.livejournal.com]

I used to have this dream that the street would split open while I was riding my tricycle (in the street instead of on the sidewalk) and that there was always this danger I would fall into the world underneath the street. There may have been devils or something down there. But I have this distinct memory of that dream and having it more than once. It was also an extra vivid dream too.

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

Whoa. That's serious Stephen King material.

[ruthless1.livejournal.com]

Honestly - not to be too self revealing here but I think it was my five year old mind letting me know there were things going on under the surface of my life. Probably saved my sanity by hiding stuff under the street til I could deal with it.