Conception

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A few nights ago, I had a nightmare about Rosamund Pike. The beautiful and ethereal Rosamund Pike with her blond, severely straight chin-length bob and all-white pantsuit. [Warning: the next few lines are quite graphic and gross] She ate people in an antique house and I was in the same room where she was gorging on an unrecognizable human torso with just the intercostal muscles and ribs left. I see her face emerge from the thoracic cavity (the remnants of her meal were actually upright). She was surprisingly tidy--none of the dirty and bloody mess one would expect from a wild animal that feasted on its prey. She was a cannibal with manners, I suppose. Then I realize that I am in the same "storage space." I am in the queue and will be on the menu at some point. 

Next scene: I was in a different room with at least one other person and we are trying to escape--we are able to leave the house. Rosamund Pike has an accomplice, another woman. Possibly a similar monster or just a loyal and useful person who would have been lunch or dinner. Miss Pike and the She-accomplice realize that I've escaped and they are chasing me. It was night time and still early so I find myself on a bus/streetcar. It wasn't clear what form of public transport I found myself on, but it was full of people. The two women were about to board my ride until a flash of gold from my chest caught them by surprise and scared them at the same time. It was my necklace of the Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal. I found courage and held the pendant and aimed it at them. 

End of nightmare.

I woke up and it was 3:54am or maybe 3:56. Not necessarily the "witching hour" but still I found myself sweaty under the comforter. I had to wake my husband (who is a light sleeper, thank heavens) because I was very spooked. He grunts "hrrrm?" and I told him "I had a bad dream, a nightmare." At least it was a dream. I reached for my necklace---the same one that saved me in my dream, then wore it. I typically remove it when I shower and go to bed because it's a heavy necklace and pendant. I tried to sleep...I was succesful after a couple of minutes.

When I woke up I thought that maybe putting the essential oil diffuser on my side of the bed influenced the nightmare (it was lavender, peppermint, eucalyptus, and rosemary). I had the cold air humidifier beside the diffuser too because the air was so dry. My hypothesis was that whatever went through my nostrils, olfactory bulb, and straight to where it usually connects in the brain spread like wildfire into my subconscious.

Reject the hypothesis. Why? I had the same set-up the following evening and I didn't dream...oh, I think I did but it was uninteresting and obviously forgettable.

Dreams, again.

I just started singing "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac in my head: "Now there you go again....."