Weird dream this morning including the ex and the past. I don’t remember the details of the dream, but I do remember its strange impact on my brain after I woke up. I woke up too early, hearing garbage truck sounds and still in my mind was the visual that was taking place in the dream at that time, which included mountainous outdoor terrain, the ex, an ex of his, and me in the background. In the background I was talking with an ex co-worker of mine whose father was some sort of horoscope expert or bipolar disorder expert or something like that (in another remembered visual from the dream, the father looked like a Transcendental Meditation teacher from my past – which makes sense in a way, because in retrospect, after I suddenly awoke from the dream, I felt like I had been in the midst of an unexpectedly intense Transcendental Meditation).
As soon as I awoke, I immediately wrote down the phrase the woman was saying to me, which had been said to her by her father:
“Singular annotation to feel his complication of contraries”.
I didn’t know exactly what those words meant, but they were meant as a definition of the ex – and even though I didn’t know exactly what they meant, they definitely seemed to make sense – and then as soon as I awoke and wrote that phrase down, all sorts of stuff started rapidly popping out of my head. Memories in the form of words and sounds and images.
Sudden ongoing increasing contraries of the ex:
Super sweet/terribly mean/almost uncaring.
Singing goofball hilarious songs/yelling at me/yelling at the TV/yelling out the window.
Being an affectionate hugger/telling me my fingers felt like snakes/punching the cupboard doors.
Suddenly getting up early and immediately launching into a loud made up song while making bacon/having a drunk loud angry tirade about how great Hitler was.
After writing down those thoughts that spewed out after suddenly awaking from the dream, I felt suddenly compelled (for the first time in years) to open a hand written journal of mine, the first hand written journal I compiled after I had a stroke in January 2010.
Here is what it says on the very first page of that journal:
“March 9, 2010: POST-STROKE (diary)
Juliet Cook. The earliest part of this book is much older.
I tore out some words I no longer liked + saved the other words, which are pieces of other’s poetry + odd little words that I might use in a lighter poem of mine.
However, I’m not writing poetry any more, right now. Because I recently had a Stroke. My reading and writing of words is slowly (slowly slowly) improving, but my writing of poetry is not yet. I’ve been reading poems by myself & others, but it’s tough to read them slowly or entirely understand them. I can no longer remember them (can’t read or write or speak or remember things as well as I used to post-stroke.) The last few years have been wonderful for me as far as poetry-writing and now…”
Maybe I will add more lines from my 2010 diary soon.
It made me feel oddly emotional. I’m not sure if anyone else would be the least bit interested though, so maybe I should just read them by myself and not bother typing it or talking about it to anyone else. Not sure yet.
I do know that after awaking from my dream and then suddenly reading a few pages from my 2010 diary, I had another sudden visual from my past. Past dogs dying.
I do know that all of the thoughts/images I highlighted in green were real life events, not dream imagery. The images of past dogs dying were real too. And my little journal entry was real.