My Weird Night & Morning Confusion
Woke up this morning feeling totally weird, you know? Had this super vivid dream about water – like, my whole living room was flooding. Dark water rising fast. Couldn’t even see my couch anymore. Freaky stuff. Honestly, it kinda spooked me. Coffee couldn’t wash that feeling away. Kept replaying the images in my head while feeding the cat. Why water? Why flooding? Felt like my brain was trying to tell me something, but I just couldn’t decode it. Had this nagging feeling I should figure it out.
The Frustrating Search Begins
Okay, first thing I did? Grabbed my phone. Obviously. Typed in “dream meaning flooded house”. Big mistake. The internet is a mess. One site screamed “DANGER! IMMEDIATE CRISIS!” Another one whispered it meant “emotional cleansing”. Felt like picking a lottery ticket – no solid answers, just a bunch of random possibilities. Some articles looked like they were written by aliens, using words nobody actually says. Closed all those tabs after maybe ten minutes. Useless.
Tried switching to books. Dug out this dusty dream dictionary my aunt gave me ages ago. Flipped to “Water”. Entries like:
- “Flowing water: Financial gain.”
- “Clear water: Purity.”
- “Flood: Overwhelming emotions.”
Overwhelming emotions. Huh. That actually kinda resonated. But “Financial gain”? My soggy dream couch screamed anything but gain. The book felt way too generic. Back to square one, feeling more annoyed than enlightened.
A Simple Chat & The Lightbulb Moment
Gave up researching around lunchtime. Went out to get a sandwich. Ran into Mrs. Henderson, my neighbour, walking her ancient poodle. We chatted about the weird weather lately. Ended up telling her about my crazy dream, just venting really. Wasn’t expecting wisdom. But she just nodded slowly and said, “Sounds like you’re feeling swamped, dear. Like things are piling up faster than you can bail?” She said it so plainly, while her poodle sniffed a lamppost.
Boom. There it was. Not financial gain. Not mystical signs. Just… feeling swamped. Her simple words hit me harder than all those websites and books combined. Suddenly, the dark water made total sense. Work deadlines had been piling up. Family stuff needed attention. Even this blog schedule felt heavy lately. I was mentally treading water.
What I Actually Did About It
Got home and just sat with it for a bit. Didn’t rush to analyze more. Acknowledged the feeling: Yeah, I am totally overwhelmed. Then, I did something practical. Didn’t try to stop the imaginary flood. Just grabbed my physical planner:
- Stared hard at the deadlines.
- Crossed out one non-essential task right away. Felt a tiny bit lighter.
- Emailed about pushing back one small thing. Just admitting “I need more time” helped.
- Wrote down two things causing stress that I couldn’t control. Literally said out loud, “Not bailing that out today.”
It wasn’t magic. The work was still there. But naming the feeling – overwhelm – and doing one concrete thing (deleting a task, asking for time) felt like lowering the water level just an inch. Enough to breathe. The dream wasn’t predicting doom; it was just mirroring the pressure cooker in my head. Mrs. Henderson’s offhand comment cracked the code. Sometimes the simplest answers are the real ones. Feeling less spooked now. Still busy, but not drowning. Onwards.
