Like most, I've been afraid of the dark ever since I was very little. Sight is probably the most treasured sense by human standards, and having that taken away is understandably frightening. A well developed imagination, such as one of a child or an artist, is bound to try and fill those spaces, willfully or not. Many imagine harmful things sulk beyond the blind of shadow, monsters and criminals, for example. It's believed by some to have come from an ancestral memory of attacks by wild animals that hunt after nightfall. At fifteen I still have issues with getting out of bed in the middle of the night.
All that's just as well, but what I really want to talk about is my dreams. Recently I've been having one almost every night. For some reason a lot of them feature attacks by Nazis. This is perplexing because I haven't been exposed to a lot of Nazi related media or talk. They always end up swarming the town I'm living in and stand around holding assault rifles and otherwise don't have much significance, except for one dream in which my brother and I are imprisoned in our house by a very friendly and surprisingly understanding Nazi with a very (say what?) Jewish appearance.
A variation of my one recurring dream recently featured Nazis as well. I'm living with my family in a sort of multi-leveled shanty town painted entirely bright blue built on a cliff overlooking the sea. Everything is well until the Nazis invade on big, black metal ships and (you know this part) start standing around holding assault rifles. My friend and I make plans to escape. While we are trying to leave, we are chased around town, and become separated. I end up hiding in an empty yellow room where a gypsy looking lady and her daughter are are dancing ballet. She is very kind. Later, my friend and I are reunited at the edge of the field behind the town, which looks just like the one behind my high school, but with more crabgrass. We cross the field and enter an incredibly lush, green as green forest. On the other side we are faced with a grayish, flat desert, where the dream ends in the middle of a shootout with little shrouded creatures like sand people.
The next dream I'd like to talk about was interesting because I've heard that dreams aren't dreamt in any particular language, but I distinctly remember words that popped up in my dream. I even dreamt up a name. Like the other dreams, there were Nazis everywhere, but they were just scenery. The entire dream was about a puzzle I had to solve matching characters to colourful wooden logs. The name I dreamt was tirachi, the god that helped me with the puzzle. It looked like a black and yellow spider but some of it's legs were snake tails and it had some fur, and it's face was a white skull with long sharp teeth and no eyes or nose.
Like I said, I've been afraid of the dark my whole life but these dreams keep coming almost every night, and somehow the fear is fading. It makes no sense to me, but I'm definitely enjoying it. I guess this was kind of a vent. I haven't had a lot of company for awhile, and I needed something to do. Thanks for reading if you finished!