Bitch on the Blog

September 5, 2017

Let me bore you

“Listen to the whispers before they become shouts.” Excellent advice. Eternal optimist that I am I tend to wait till fate “shouts” at me – which will, naturally, take me by surprise. As I was [taken by surprise] in last night’s dream. It’s one of those that you’ll never forget because it seems poignant and has all the hallmarks of becoming one of those serial dreams which are most instructive.

Though, this minute, difficult to make head or tail of it despite the fact that it actually involved some strange birdlike blood thirsty creatures with both heads (well, mostly beaks) and tails. And bloody fast they were too. Most of the carnage took place in a bathroom, blood (mine) all over the place. The bind I was in that, desperately trying to fight off those suckers (screwing their heads into my flesh) and an impulse to flee, I had to decide whether to open the door to escape, thereby unleashing those little bastards onto everyone else in the vicinity (the bathroom was in a large department store, not dissimilar to Harrods) or stay put. To my shame I did open the door because I couldn’t stand it any longer. My ankles and lower legs in shreds already, my back and lower arms savaged several times.

As it turned out they were only after me, no one else got hurt. Well, that’s exclusivity for you. Or should that be “being targeted”. I didn’t feel flattered. I felt bewildered, not least because once unleashed into the open they largely lost interest in me too. Maybe, of course, that very last line holds the key (some key, part thereof) to what this dream was trying to tell me. If I take some of the dream interpretations you find online into account, then I better adjust my rear view mirror in case someone/something is sneaking up behind me. And don’t forget it all took place in a previously pristine bathroom … out of view of the public.

Sweethearts, thanks for listening. Tell me what you think or just tell me your own dreams even if, like Ramana, you can never remember them. Which, come to think of it, Ramana, most likely means that you are protecting yourself from what your subconscious is trying to tell you. It might make for a peaceful life but …

Jungian greetings,




  1. I discussed this with my psychiatrist and was told by him that I was not protecting myself from whatever but my meditation practice has enabled me to be equanimous in my reactions. Incidentally, many psychiatrists now study and even take up meditation. My own take in response to your observation is that some force is protecting me from my subconscious. I am content with that force, whatever it is.

    Comment by rummuser — September 5, 2017 @ 11:22 | Reply

  2. Ijust hope that, having read your description, I do not succumb to a similar dream.
    Before I had finished reading I was wondering exactly who it is that you suspect of “stabbing you in the back” ….. btw ..was there any indication of the gender of the creature? The word ‘harridan’ comes to mind for some reason. Maybe because I upset someone recently by calling the “sainted” Editth Cavell a harridan… well my Grannie though her to be at least a tartar, she knew her for a while before she became famous….

    Well, it seems to have been a rather nasty sort of dream. I know that I have had same frighteners but my most memorable (is that really the adjective I want?, dreams have included peolpe I know or (this the spooky bit) later came to know…. that and being able to conciosly levitate and fly at about a metre or more above the ground and at great speed and, on waking, being surprised that I am in fact in bed…..

    Sleep well tonight.

    Comment by magpie11 — September 5, 2017 @ 14:52 | Reply

    • Thanks for the laugh, Magpie. Harridan … ? I will read up on Edith Cavell and see what I make of her. Will let you know.

      I am with your Grannie, Tartars are fearsome. Not least because, in popular fiction and perception they are sturdy, black haired, have slitty eyes and are most adept at wielding swords, no compunction using them. Enter the Angel’s imaginary social comment at this point. He’d call me “racist”. When, in truth, I only go by comic strips which were given to me at that very early and impressionable age of, I don’t know, eight.

      I don’t fear my dreams. They are my friends. My guiding angels. I rely on them to tell me all I need to know even if, in some cases, it takes me a long time (years) to understand their meaning; this is referring to serial dreams. One-offs are often just that – one-offs. A bit like movies, an entertaining distraction.

      I don’t suspect anyone of “stabbing [me] in the back”. Possibly my first mistake considering that last, and only time, a couple of people took it upon themselves to unravel my life I was blissfully unaware till it started to fall apart. I wouldn’t say that, since then, I have grown eyes in the back of my head but I most certainly now do think twice who I would/would NOT take with me to a desert island (seeing that I do not have eyes in the back of my head).

      Flying? The only time I can remember flying in a dream, many years ago, was on some sort of Thousand and One Nights’ tales’ magic carpet. As I don’t like heights (unless I am ensconced in a plane) it wasn’t the most relaxing experience – but it was ok. I didn’t fall off the edge of the carpet.

      At risk of sounding like a cheap airline’s catchphrase: Come fly with me, Magpie. I’ll make sure we get’ll upgraded to at least business class if not first. Though, of course, should the plane go into free fall leg room won’t matter. Though the free champagne will help.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 5, 2017 @ 15:25 | Reply

  3. Your troubles seem to be in battalions as Shakespeare said. I analyze dreams (and handwriting too) and wonder at this past that is catching up with you. Bleeding is good, in a dream. Letting go of poisonous relationships? Perhaps. Bathroom are always about “letting go”. So, you need to ask yourself what you need to let go of, to be free of. And it’s going to hurt.


    Comment by wisewebwoman — September 6, 2017 @ 23:28 | Reply

    • Thanks, WWW. “Battalions” made me smile. You are right, I need to let go. But let go of what exactly? Anyway, I am a fine one to talk. You are the expert in “loss”. Though, dare say, we are both united in exercising “damage limitation”. In one area of my life damage limitation has become my hobby horse. If only I could find the saddle.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 9, 2017 @ 17:48 | Reply

  4. I use to be good at dream interpretation, but it faded away. I do recall bathroom is symbolic of a need to relieve oneself … possibly of a burden. All that blood is symbolic of suffering or experiencing emotional drain. Birds are usually good symbols, but your birds were tearing you apart, so not good. The opposite of achieving good in life, disappointments perhaps. At any rate, you did ask for thoughts. That’s my two cents.

    Comment by Shirley — September 7, 2017 @ 04:28 | Reply

    • Final say as it all came together in my head …. regrets eating away at you.

      Comment by Shirley — September 7, 2017 @ 05:47 | Reply

      • Shirley, hi, and thanks for taking an interest.

        Hadn’t considered symbolism of birds. Though on reflection they were more like what we think of as vampire bats. Which makes interpreting the dream even worse. Not that I am not capable of stemming the flow of blood. “Regrets eating away at [me]”. Good observation. There sure is one regret – and I have little time to limit the damage.


        Comment by bitchontheblog — September 9, 2017 @ 17:49 | Reply

  5. You have convinced me to never again try and interpret my dreams.Good Lord – that would make a good Stephen King story. Then again, you are a deeper thinker than I when it comes to this stuff. And I have never been attacked by angry birds in my bathroom in a dream either.

    Comment by Chuck McConvey — September 11, 2017 @ 00:09 | Reply

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