These past two years, I have been experiencing a spike in livid dreaming. I’ve been having colorful vivid, wild dreams. Could be the result of stress. The last two years have consisted of one crisis after another. It’s gotten to the point that I often shrug my shoulder and ask “what now?”
As a result of the daily emotional rollercoasters, I’ve been having vivid dreams. That’s my own belief and theory. Last night was no different.
I was in a sea of skin that I had to keep pulling off. And, I would bite it. It was almost akin to biting my nails but it was a sea upon which I was floating. I don’t believe I had any boat or life jacket.
As I was pulling off the skin, I kept screaming “don’t throw away my legos.” I couldn’t see the legos. I also couldn’t see if there were people around. Who was I screaming to for help. If that was a plea for help. I have to note that I do not have any legos. But I certainly woke up biting my nails.