I don’t ordinarily enjoy discussing my dreams with other people, partly because I’m bored to death whenever other people tell me about their dreams, but also because despite what many dreamologists (real word) claim, I rarely feel like my dreams have to do with anything in my life, even by the biggest symbolic “this thing probably represents this other unrelated thing!” stretches.
Last night, however, was an exception. I had a dream that the ceiling in my room had a crack in the top that kept getting worse and worse, then it finally exploded, and covered myself, my entire room, and everything I own in sh*t. Literal smelly, disgusting sh*t. And there was absolutely no resolution to this dilemma, either — I realized in the dream that I would have to permanently move out of my sh*t-filled apartment, I’d have to throw out all my disgusting, diseased clothes and belongings, and the dream ended with me leaving to take a shower. This had to be symbolic, right? Could it mean:
A) I’m worried about something major on the horizon, afraid it’s about to break through and greatly disrupt my life?
B) I need to ditch my possessions and surroundings and possibly incur a major change in the way I look at the world?
B) I need to get my landlord to fix more stuff at my apartment? (true!)
C) I’m constantly, deathly afraid of appearing in one of those Epic Movie movies and getting covered in sh*t? Ding Ding!!! Correct answer!
Alright, BWE brethren — what’s the most obviously-symbolic dream you’ve ever had? Doesn’t have to be defecation-related, but it can be. Describe at your own risk.
