So, I had this dream the other night, right? Dream of muddy water. Just, like, tons of it. Not a nice, clear stream, nope. This was thick, murky, you-can’t-see-the-bottom kind of stuff. Woke up feeling a bit… off. You know that feeling?
It stuck with me all morning. I remember someone mentioning, or maybe I read it somewhere, that dreaming of muddy water is like your brain’s way of saying things are a bit jumbled up. Like there’s some messy, unclear stuff going on, maybe some upsetting things clouding your thoughts. And boy, did that resonate.
My Head Felt Like That Water
Honestly, my head felt exactly like that muddy water. For weeks, maybe months, it’s been like I’m trying to see through fog. Decisions felt heavy, simple tasks seemed complicated. It wasn’t one big thing, more like a pile-up of little annoyances and worries. You know how it is.
There was this project I was working on. Seemed simple at first, but then it just got tangled.
- Too many opinions flying around.
- Instructions kept changing.
- Felt like I was wading, not swimming.
And it wasn’t just work. Even simple stuff, like planning a weekend, felt like a chore. That clear, easy feeling? Gone. Replaced by this kind of… mental sludge.
So, what did I do? My big “practice,” ha! Well, first, I just sat with it. Acknowledged that, yeah, things feel muddy right now. No point pretending it’s all sunshine and rainbows when it clearly isn’t. I tried to just let the thoughts be, without judging them too much. Sounds a bit woo-woo, maybe, but I just let myself feel bogged down for a bit.
Then, I tried to tackle one small, visible thing. Like, literally tidied up my desk. Sounds stupid, I know. But seeing one small patch of “clear water” in my physical space kind of helped. Just a tiny bit. I also tried writing some stuff down, just a brain dump of all the murky thoughts. Didn’t solve anything magically, but getting it out of my head and onto paper made it feel a tiny bit less overwhelming.
It wasn’t some grand solution. There was no sudden clarity, no “aha!” moment where the waters parted. It’s still a bit murky, if I’m being honest. But I guess acknowledging the mud, and trying to take one small step instead of just sinking into it, that’s the practice, right? Maybe the dream was just a nudge. A reminder to look at the state of my own internal “water.” Still got some wading to do, for sure. But at least now I’m aware of the mud.
