Sleeping Bag, Candles, Rent, Pumpkin Head

Well, started out with a miss post, appropriate for a dream blog!  

Four dreams from last night....friend is stapling their sleeping bag to wooden slats, and preparing to camp  'by the creek'....parenthetical explanations just seem to pop up at times, and of course, don't explain anything, but do, as in this one, have an associated feeling--feeling I have when friend is going off camping somewhere, and I consider going, but decide to stay my own course....and my own course seemed selfish, so  a quandary, but arriving at my house, a second dream...nearing, I hurry, hearing an alarm, and arrive to find another friend has left about untended candles, and a few are catching the floor on fire....later on, I dream of an apartment I'm renting, or being provided, or something, this dream often repeats, and I call it my housing anxiety dream, and I'm looking for the manager's apartment to pay the rent, which 'is probably late'.....and the last dream, I'm examining the skin on my face in an unusual way, I'm holding my head like a pumpkin in front, and I'm able to articulate my incredulity, and the explanation 'you have a neck that's felxible'...and indeed I glimpse this, my neck twisted around from the left....glad to wake up from this one, and find everything in place!

Maybe I was looking in a mirror, because it makes no sense that I could look at my head.  There's a lot of cartoon goofiness in my dreams.  And I'm never sure my point of view is me, sometime the views seem someone else, or some critters, that I'm sharing in. 

And the one unifying thing in all the dreams seems to be anxiety over failure, or some trouble happening.  If one is in a basketball game, there's this constant anxiety that the opponent will score, or prevent one's scoring.  The anxiety in the dreams is like that.  And I've come to think of the dreams as a kinda game.  And I'm completely useless at it.  But occasionally, and rarely, I'm able to will something to happen on a positive note.  Like shooting the ball, and the ball actually goes through the hoop, or playing baseball, and I get a hit.  Dreams have a very delicate sensitivity to what one wills, and what one thinks is going, or should, happen.  For the most part, one is, to borrow from Robert Graves again, a 'paranoied observor',  which is a pretty good description of one watching horror movies too (many on tv of late--Mimic 2 a very curious one!).