The nightmares came back last night.
Backstory
I was asleep on a couch. My father-in-law was asleep on a chair in the next room. I wasn't with Nathaniel, but I had a boyfriend and he was out. I woke up and someone was sitting on the couch. He had razors tied to his fingers and he held me down and started running them along my body. I tried to get away, but he pulled out a knife and started stabbing me in the chest and my arms. I looked up and saw my father-in-law trying to get to me, but he was pear-shaped, like a balloon, and he couldn't walk. And his lips had been cut off and his mouth sewn shut in a vertical slit so that even though his eyes were filled with terror, his face was forced into a shocked expression, like a clown. He lost his balance and fell onto his back and I thought he would suffocate. Behind him, my boyfriend passed the window and saw what was happening. He broke the glass and jumped in, grappling the man who was stabbing me. He got the knife away and got him tied down and we waited for the police, but when they got there, he had escaped.I'm noticing that in a lot of my nightmares, there is a knife. Sometimes I'm the one being stabbed, sometimes someone I know, sometimes I'm hurting someone against my will. I don't know why I see these things. I've been having these dreams since highschool.
by Wench in Six-Word Memoirs on Nov 27, 2012 | 
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Staraj says,
Interesting to note that your latest avatar makes it appear you have no arms. In the absence of Dr. Freud, perhaps "Dr. SMITH" offers the best therapy.Wench says,
Staraj, interesting that you thought that about my arms. It's a dress with bare shoulders.Hieronimo, that makes sense. I didn't want to be overly graphic, since the dream was already so violent, but the razor fingers were... Selective about which parts of my body they touched.
I had a dream once that a friend's dad chased me and a guy I knew on the highway, slammed into the back of our car, sending us into a tailspin, then dragged my friend out of the car and started stabbing him over and over again. I guess I was fifteen or sixteen when I had that one. My two earliest memories are nightmares. At three, I remember a hand wearing a sandle coming out of the wall and biting my right hand off. Then it came back for my left hand and I begged it not to take it, because I wouldn't be able to write. Shortly after, I had a dream that I woke up and an old woman was in my room trying to plug in my night light. I went over to help her and she turned and opened her mouth and swallowed me. In all three of these dreams, except the one in the car, I started out asleep and when I woke up, I strongly felt like I really was there.
Staraj says,
Those are certainly some interesting dreams. As for me . . . I try to caution myself not to allow my dreams to weigh too heavily on my awake mind. Nevertheless, dreams mean something. Perhaps something important. But interpretation is tricky and fraught with self-deception – especially if we allow "experts" to tell us what OUR dreams mean.I am an eldest child. Many of my dreams have to do with responsibility. Typically, I'm trying to accomplish an impossible and strange task. I usually wake up just at the moment I fail. And of course, I immediately realize I had been dreaming. The lesson I try to take from these nocturnal "classes" is that I shouldn't beat myself up for not being superhuman. And that my most important responsibility is to be my true human self.
BTW – Nice shoulders :-)