March 20, 2013
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I had a dream that my eye was bleeding. The rest of the dream was strange, but that was probably the most normal part. Every so often I would look down, and there would be blood on my hand. I would wipe it off nonchalantly, and go about the rest of the dream. I looked in a mirror at one point, and my eye was otherwise normal, but the white of my eye was completely red. I kept thinking about that all day. Now, I’m the type of eccentric that dwells on the meanings of my nighttime meanderings, and in fact my dreams and what they mean are so interesting to me that I’m probably more obsessed with it than I should be, but this time it was a lot different. Life was imitating my subconscious.
First, when I told Micah about the dream, his first instinct was to look straight into my left eye, the one that bled in the dream, and sure enough, there was a big red blotch on the white of my eye. That happens to me from time to time when I get a migraine, as the dilation of the blood vessels in that part of my head leads to that sort of thing. But I didn’t have a migraine last night. Also, I realized later that my eye in the dream matched the draft of the mural Micah is painting on posterboard in the living room. He’s got an eye in the center, with a mushroom cloud iris and a grayish-red outer eyeball. When he was painting it, I asked him why that part of the eye was red, and he said that he was trying to do a design with bloodshot eyes, but he couldn’t get it just right, so he was starting over with red, to make it more stark-looking, and probably do the veins in black. Weird, right?
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You’ve reminded me of the kid in Equus who was introduced to a psychiatrist after he hideously put out the eyes of a stableful of horses. (Spoiler alert: I believe he was ashamed of what the horses had seen him doing in the stable. But it was a very long time ago that I last saw that play and I may be misremembering.)
Sincerely hoping (and trusting) that nothing as traumatic is happening in your life.
@twoberry - I don’t think anything that drastic is happening in my life. I do tend to dream some disturbing scenes that are symbolic of something that I don’t understand until later. My eye wasn’t destroyed, per se, it was just bleeding but intact. My guess was that the migraine I was recovering from in my sleep just set off that imagery. If my eye was that bloodshot, it was probably because the blood vessel behind my eye was spasming.