Paracetamol and Annabelle - Curious case of my dreams

I think it is a rite of passage in your human life to at least once have been scared straight in your dreams.

We all go through it as far as I have observed, asked and read – all of it connected to whatever mental / physical stress you may be going through.

Of course, as a child we are unaware of these conditions that lead to some truly horrifying dreams which we then blame on the movies we have watched (which essentially can be true – I mean “IT” – come on) or someone told us a scary story.

In any case, it is a true test of strength, resilience and our faith (whichever we may follow) and growing up we start taking it as a matter of pride when these things do not shake us.

But then they do shake us, more than we let on, sometimes to ourselves as well.

I believe in the higher power and with that essentially comes the belief that everything everywhere exists and has the potential to either harm or take you forward. I believe in the name of my God and the power of his chant to help me rise above this.

As a grown up, we tend to believe we are above all this and continue with our lives. And then you dream a thing of nightmares and are paralyzed by the experience for a while. A full grown adult – scared shit in a dream. Not one, not two but many to come.

I experienced this at a time, being scared of the night, to sleep and yet I was determined to not let it hinder me. I would go to sleep, lights off with my God’s name. Yes, I had nightmares and I prayed to be free of them. After a while, I think I analyzed these nightmares to be something that they are trying to tell me.

I went in for some tests, I had hormonal imbalance before so I did suspect that and consulted my doctor. Lo and behold, a scary hormonal imbalance on the horizon it was. Detected on time and with a warning given to me to improve my lifestyle.

I guess I should be thanking the “Ghosts of my deams” then to show me the path I had been neglecting.

But years later, with where I am at I did not foresee this. I was left astounded at the thought of how could it be that I was this… well I will let you decide dear reader:

Here I am in my bed on a crisp Monday night reeling from the hold of viral that had taken over me over the weekend. With my trusty paracetamol and curi tea (herb tea) all ready to get cozy and rest.

Due to reasons I was unable to take a sick leave (no my manager is not a maniac wanting me to work through a fever – I am the maniac wanting to go through it) and had to wake up on time for y 6 am Shift (Work from home pros).

I am unable to sleep (thanks for nothing not so trusty paracetamol), toss and turn wanting to get some shut eye, worried if I will be able to make it to my shift time the next day or I will be declared absent due to unknown reasons (Oh, the horror – see what I did there).

And finally, some sleep – a world of Dubai and Pune in my dreams, suddenly a version of Annabelle (thank you Ms Unconscious mind) looking at me laughing.

Here I am scared and worried looking at her, praying to my God and then I remembered something critical. Something truly truly unimaginable to me – I am going to miss my 6 am shift.

I look at Annabelle and go – I really do not have time for this haunted madness girl, I have a shift tomorrow and I need to rest. Get lost.

YES – the haunted looking at the entity and saying, sorry madam so busy with my 6 am to 3 pm shift. You want my afternoon naps? No can do – Its gym time baby.  You will need an appointment on the weekend to specifically haunt me.

Or maybe we just have some nightmarish goorish coffee, you pretend you haunted me and I pretend I was haunted.

Lets be on our way then.

Seriously… I MEAN SERIOUSLY… If this is the late 30’s and a corporate slave mindset I think I am here for it and going to go “ooh la la” with it – for sometime.

I am in utter disbelief of the power of focus for your life goals can lead to such ironic situations in my own dreams.

Well it will also be a kick in my own ass moment if similar to previous situation my body is actually trying to warn me of some underlying imbalance. And I am too busy yelling – No can do ma’am we have goals to achieve. Sit tight and lets take a flight.

Hopefully one that reaches it destination and has a smooth landing. Whew! 😉