Bitch on the Blog

October 6, 2014

The early hours

Filed under: Atmosphere — bitchontheblog @ 03:49

Finding myself in a bind. An uncomfortable one.

All my life I have had premonitions. Usually in my dreams. Can’t say I recommend it – even if the premonition is a good one.

The last few nights my dreams are enough to put me off sleep. They are not nightmares, not at all. Far more disconcerting that the ‘story line’ is matter of fact, indeed plausible, with outcomes I can’t quite knit together on waking.  Strange, isn’t it: When you are a child you are afraid of REAL things like, say, the dark. Now my dreams won’t let me sleep. I sometimes wake like a diver will come up for air at the last minute. Audibly gasping.





  1. Do your premonitions ever give rise to deja vu?

    Do you ever wake from a dream with a feeling of intense fear in your stomach? Or sometimes anger?

    My current dream of intense foreboding is that youngest will do a “Tom Archer” and leave his bride to be at the altar. I wake and the feeling in the pit of my stomach lasts well into the day……

    Mind you there are dreams that entail huge euphoria and sometimes the feelings engendered can also last into the day….

    Comment by magpie11 — October 6, 2014 @ 11:16 | Reply

    • Not so sure about “deja vu”. Only in as much as I am a serial dreamer. And when one “series” finishes (can take years) then I know that whatever caused that particular theme has now no relevance in my life any longer.

      Premonition or ‘foreboding’, as you call it, in our dreams I do take seriously. Maybe your dreams, David, of the bride being left at the altar hint at a gut feeling that not all is well for your son with regards to his forthcoming nuptials. On the other hand you may just be mother hen (father cockerel) hoping the best for your son’s future. It’s natural.

      And yes, as you say, there are night dreams so soothing, so delicious, so ‘dreamy’ you want to hold onto them all day. On the whole, whilst I do reflect on my dreams – briefly, I do shelve them soon after waking. It’s only those premonition/foreboding ones which insist on making their presence felt. Not easy to ignore as you go about day’s business.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 7, 2014 @ 22:17 | Reply

  2. Be thankful you don’t have my dreams. Anxiety themes all the way – getting lost, being chased, not being able to find something I need urgently, my house crumbling around me. It’s a relief to wake up and find that everything is reassuringly normal and predictable.

    Comment by nick — October 6, 2014 @ 19:48 | Reply

    • I dare say most of us have our own version of “anxiety” dreams. So you are not alone.

      The one I find the most disconcerting, though probably tells me the most about myself, is that I am always packing, moving house or something that involves a lot of hassle. I never have enough boxes, suitcases, space, time. The car is full to bursting point. With loads of stuff still outside its boot. Or, in absence of a car, I will need to catch a train whilst carrying more luggage than humanly possible. Though I usually do. How I don’t know.

      It’s awful. What’s even worse that the trains are usually crowded and no one lends you a helping hand. Worse – oh my god – when I have to change platforms and I am faced with the logistics of how to get all my baggage from one to the other. Yes, Nick, I have missed many a train. Usually in the dark and when it’s raining. Just to add to the entertainment value. I don’t know why I am laughing this minute relating what is a bloody nightmare but it does, in a way, amuse me.

      Dreams are telling us so much. Main thing is to listen. AND, Nick, luke warm tip of the morning to come – never ever bore anyone with your dreams. Sad state of affairs – but there it is. I have had more rebuttals over telling my stories and inquiring after the dream landscapes of my breakfast companions than any other.of my shortcomings.

      Wishing you that at least tonight you won’t get lost, be chased, not be able to find something. Which reminds me and you might find this mildly amusing: A friend of mine (and he should know) once explained to me that the reason men rarely remember their dreams is because … do you know why?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 7, 2014 @ 22:17 | Reply

      • I have no idea why men rarely remember their dreams (if that generalisation actually holds true). In my case, it’s probably because I have a bad memory and about 75% of what happens to me disappears into some cerebral black hole within days (or hours).

        Comment by nick — October 12, 2014 @ 15:28 | Reply

        • Obviously there’ll be many reasons why people don’t remember their dreams. Or why dreams vanish like vapour on waking.

          However, and you are right – as more women imbibe – it doesn’t only apply to men: Alcohol apparently severely messes with recall. To the point that many (men) swear they don’t dream. Before this suggestion was put to me I always thought (yes, I know it’s a gross generalization) that men “don’t” dream or have no recall because they either don’t want to or – and I know I have mentioned this before – because, in my experience men are a grumpy lot first thing in the morning. Even the friendliest. Maybe to do with having to tie that tie you mentioned the other day. And shaving.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — October 12, 2014 @ 16:34 | Reply

          • I’m never grumpy first thing in the morning. I always wake up eager to see what the day will bring. I’m not grumpy, I’m excited. I feel sorry for those men who find life so dreary and offputting.

            Comment by nick — October 13, 2014 @ 18:11 | Reply

            • I don’t think those who wake up grumpy do find life, as you put it, “dreary and offputting”. Not at all.

              It’s just that they need space and quiet to wake up.

              I once told the Angel that, on waking, he reminds me of his maternal grandfather (I ventured this first thing in the morning – but then I do live precariously). The Angel smiled. Anyway, I need to learn NOT to chirp away on totally inconsequential matters whilst ties and laces are being tied. My dear dear son will phone me – ten minutes later, on his way to work – and say: “Sorry Mama I was so short …” It’s ok. It’s ok. I too have moments when I snarl on approach. More likely about mid afternoon when the day shapes into a pear rather than the apple I had hoped for.


              Comment by bitchontheblog — October 13, 2014 @ 18:40 | Reply

  3. People who can’t remember their dreams do everything they can to try to remember them often to no avail. Those of us who are vivid dreamers often wish we weren’t. I often find that telling about the dream takes the “charge” out of it and I forget it. Not always, but often. I do know how you feel, though. I sometimes wake up crying, with the crying having started in the dream. Those aren’t good nights.

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — October 7, 2014 @ 15:42 | Reply

    • I don’t cry in my dreams, Lorna. But what is happening increasingly is that I want to say something to someone and I can’t make myself heard (literally) – just making gurgling sounds. Feeling a complete idiot (in my dream). It’s embarrassing. Trying to console myself that I have laryngitis or something. And suddenly I break through a ceiling finding myself being woken by my own real life voice – at length. Let no one interrupt me. And no, I am not yet ready for the white van to pick me up.

      I liken dreams to a sausage machine. Whatever we have slaughtered or has slaughtered us during the day is then being minced and digested by our dreams. Yes, I know it’s a rather unfortunate analogy since you don’t eat meat. But that’s what comes to mind this minute: Sausage machine – in one end, into the casing the other. It’s original components unrecognizable. Fry, enjoy or just boil an egg. I myself only eat fruit in the morning. It’s easier on the system.

      Sweet dreams, Lorna. I wish I could send you last night’s funny number about a very very very green toy frog, a bear mat and a medium sized dog. It was mayhem. Not least because the dog took a most unhealthy interest in the little frog. The frog stood its ground. Amiably helped by the beermat. You couldn’t make it up unless you dream it.

      Sweet dreams. Sleep well,


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 7, 2014 @ 22:17 | Reply

      • Lorna, I have just updated my comment to you twice (trying to rectify a minor mistake- don’t ask: Yes, the dreaded apostrophe, can’t let the side down, can I) – so maybe I should go to bed and DREAM (HELP).


        Comment by bitchontheblog — October 7, 2014 @ 22:27 | Reply

      • I just had a dream in which Scrappy was smoking…as in dragging on a cigarette dangling from his cute little furry snout, not going up in smoke, which would have been a lot worse.

        Dreams, what can you do but wake up?

        Comment by Lorna's Voice — October 8, 2014 @ 21:20 | Reply

        • Lucky you. Obviously Scrappy taking up smoking is a worry. Whatever next? Cigar, pipe? Nicotine patch?

          I’ll trade you (same night) my being in someone’s rather grotty house, a kitten watching me as I crawled underneath an ancient sink to pick up some old newspaper. On which was deposited a decaying mouse. As I wrapped the paper round the mouse to dispose of it a spider ran out from underneath. Lorna, that spider was not only exceedingly black, it was HUGE. And I mean huge. Bigger than anything I have ever seen even in a wild life program. I went into shock. I literally crammed my fist into my mouth to stifle my scream. Then I woke up.

          There is a world out there in our dreams. All we need is the key to unlock the symbols’ meaning.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2014 @ 11:55 | Reply

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