Like this one.
Or this one.
Or this one.
|Not one of mine, but could be. Could be.|
|Don't you feel more normal and well-adjusted|
already? You're welcome.
I'm sure I've mentioned how blindingly obvious my dreams tend to be, right?
Anyway, I was not a particularly good person in this dream. We went into a sort of fancy shop and I knocked over a spinning rack of postcards, which scattered everywhere, and I basically said "Sorry about making you clean that up." We went to someone's house and I demanded to use the private bathroom in the back, then had to be shown how to close the strange, elaborate doors so I could do my business.
|Not quite that creepy, but almost.|
I noticed that everywhere we went, there were ants. Swarms of the little fuckers, crawling around on everything.
Asleep or awake, I am not a fan of ants.
|Don't give me that look. You don't like me, either.|
In dream analysis, swarming ants represent internal chaos and turmoil while trying to move toward a goal or resolution. And the method by which you try to kill the ants symbolizes how you are handling said chaos and turmoil in your own life.
So let's just pretend for a moment that I myself have been experiencing turmoil while trying to achieve resolution to a personal problem.
|I mean, you've read this blog before, haven't you?|
In my waking life, I have no idea what kind of "poison" that correlates to.
|Vincent Price sort of sums it up, you know?|
CAN I REALLY BE THAT TRANSPARENT?
Oh hell yes.
There were also flies in my dream, but you don't even want to get into the weird shit people claim flies represent.
|Once again, gotta go with Vincent Price.|