It’s Monday evening and I feel in the mood to share a song that I’ve been holding in my mind for the past three weeks. That’s partially because, after hearing it many, many times on the radio, I’ve finally learned both its title and the name of the artist! I’ve always known the Scorpions for other tracks and a slightly heavier sound. So, even though the vocals were somewhat familiar, I didn’t realise it.
There’s no real relevance (for me) in the lyrics (which you can read below). I just like the sound of what I used to know as “The Whistling Song“… 😉
There really aren’t any one-word answers to these questions… I can think of several goals, targets and even dreams that I would like to achieve within my life time (currently twenty-seven). It would be too easy to list them here or, to focus on one of that may not mean significantly more than another. So, I’m going to focus on one that I discreetly fear I could fail to achieve.
I was drying my hair a little while ago after taking a shower, when the thought came back to me about a recurring dream I often have. It’s not something I often remember as soon as I wake up but, the memory comes to me some time after.
In these dreams, I find myself in a situation (usually at work, as I remember) where I’m still dressed in my dressing gown and slippers (I have some clothes on underneath, don’t worry!). At some point during the dream (they don’t seem to be very long), I come to the embarrassing realisation that everyone around me has already gotten themselves dressed. Where as, I’m still in my ‘morning’ look, struggling with the physical nature of the job because of what I’m wearing.
What on Earth could it mean?
When I was at school (which I didn’t always enjoy), I used to experience similar dreams quite frequently. On other days, I might have forgotten my shoes. Worst of all is when I have nothing below the waist and I’m constantly trying and struggling to stretch my shirt.
But, there isn’t a situation in any of these dreams where someone points and laughs. Nobody seems to notice.
Maybe I should bring this up in counselling as well? It could be part of the social anxiety deep within my subconscious, I guess.
This blog’s only been running for a few days and I’m trying quite hard to get some content on here in the hope of bringing in an audience of followers and readers. Along with that, I also read my share of other blogs (one of the reasons I decided to start anonymously blogging about my own thoughts and fears – this is a unique community) and I’ve noticed how some other bloggers seem to have these incredible, lucid dreams. I struggle to remember many of mine as they seem so brief at times and the memory is so faint once I awaken. There are a couple that I can recall from recent weeks and I’d like to try and share one of them with you now. It didn’t just stay in my mind because it was ‘memorable’; it actually terrified me! Continue reading →