THE BUTTERFLY
I had a dream I was attacked by butterflies.
Yes, giant blue and bloodthirsty butterflies.
I'm not afraid of butterflies, well I'm not 100% afraid of them.
They look rather creepy up close, like some kind of bizarre alien being with overly large eyes and some weird, gross sucker trunk. And then there's also the fact that they consume blood and tears. Well, actually that's kinda cool.
They were attacking my head, biting at me, pulling chunks of my flesh out and eating it!
They chased me around as I tried to swat them away.
They just kept coming at me and they started to scream.
The screams pierced through me and echoed through my bones.
I kept running, but they only seemed to get faster.
Their wings were the length of my forearms and their suckers were thicker than those giant candy canes they sell at Christmas time.
Their eyes were a violent, blood red and I could see every particle in them, seeing my Picasso like reflection in them just before I fell off a cliff and into a field.
I woke up in a panic and drenched in sweat.
I thought I was laying in the field that I fell into, but I was safe in my own bed,
little Chubbs tucked under my arm with his face pressed into my chest.
I wasn't mutilated and bleeding.
Shaken, I decided to look up what butterflies in dreams mean to maybe gain some insight on this.
According to Dream Moods, it means acceptance, growth and or inspiration if you see multiple butterflies in a dream. It can also mean creativity and romance. To dream, you are mounting a butterfly-who the fuck would anyone want to try and hump an insect is that a real fetish or something? Anyway, to dream that it means that- oh mounting one on a frame, whoops, means that you are sexually oppressed.
Well, according to that dream the butterflies were mounting me, so does that make them sexually repressed or oppressed? I've not even seen a butterfly this summer, just a tonne of moths. Actually, there's one in fluttering around in here. I'm not afraid of them, I actually am kinda fond of their freakiness, the way they dance in the darkness, yet are drawn to the beauty of the light. Kind of like the one I lust for. While I'm not making any sexual advances on insects, bugs or humans, I really do ache to be with him. This is an itch that just doesn't want to go away. He usually swirls through the dreams, a calming, magical. He sparks new ideas within me and makes me want to challenge the ideas and rules that I once had for myself. Loving him makes me freer than I've ever been, but on the same side of that token, it further incarcerates me. I'm shoved toward the brink of madness when I think about him and the things that I want to experience with him. I'm driven into frenzy with lust for the man; for his body and his mind.
Through him, I've accepted things about myself. He created a platform for me to begin to build a home for myself. I'm able to feel semi-comfortable in my identity for the first time since I was a child. I've grown and changed more in the past year than I think I ever have in my life. I've come into my sexuality, my gender identity and embraced it in ways that I would have found too terrifying or confusing. It's as if I'm starting to live.
As terrified as I was by the dream maybe it means that I'm unsure about myself, where I am now and if it will all end in a positive way. Maybe I've taken on too much at once, rather than just working on one small thing at a time. I'm always a multitasker. I've been rather stressed, more so than ever lately and it's bleeding into my dreams. Maybe I just need a small break from it all. Keep embracing the changes, the new avenues of creativity, passion and exploration of self, but not aggressive. Turn the flame down a little bit before I burn out.
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I'm not afraid of butterflies, well I'm not 100% afraid of them.
They look rather creepy up close, like some kind of bizarre alien being with overly large eyes and some weird, gross sucker trunk. And then there's also the fact that they consume blood and tears. Well, actually that's kinda cool.
They were attacking my head, biting at me, pulling chunks of my flesh out and eating it!
They chased me around as I tried to swat them away.
They just kept coming at me and they started to scream.
The screams pierced through me and echoed through my bones.
I kept running, but they only seemed to get faster.
Their wings were the length of my forearms and their suckers were thicker than those giant candy canes they sell at Christmas time.
Their eyes were a violent, blood red and I could see every particle in them, seeing my Picasso like reflection in them just before I fell off a cliff and into a field.
I woke up in a panic and drenched in sweat.
I thought I was laying in the field that I fell into, but I was safe in my own bed,
little Chubbs tucked under my arm with his face pressed into my chest.
I wasn't mutilated and bleeding.
Shaken, I decided to look up what butterflies in dreams mean to maybe gain some insight on this.
According to Dream Moods, it means acceptance, growth and or inspiration if you see multiple butterflies in a dream. It can also mean creativity and romance. To dream, you are mounting a butterfly-who the fuck would anyone want to try and hump an insect is that a real fetish or something? Anyway, to dream that it means that- oh mounting one on a frame, whoops, means that you are sexually oppressed.
Well, according to that dream the butterflies were mounting me, so does that make them sexually repressed or oppressed? I've not even seen a butterfly this summer, just a tonne of moths. Actually, there's one in fluttering around in here. I'm not afraid of them, I actually am kinda fond of their freakiness, the way they dance in the darkness, yet are drawn to the beauty of the light. Kind of like the one I lust for. While I'm not making any sexual advances on insects, bugs or humans, I really do ache to be with him. This is an itch that just doesn't want to go away. He usually swirls through the dreams, a calming, magical. He sparks new ideas within me and makes me want to challenge the ideas and rules that I once had for myself. Loving him makes me freer than I've ever been, but on the same side of that token, it further incarcerates me. I'm shoved toward the brink of madness when I think about him and the things that I want to experience with him. I'm driven into frenzy with lust for the man; for his body and his mind.
Through him, I've accepted things about myself. He created a platform for me to begin to build a home for myself. I'm able to feel semi-comfortable in my identity for the first time since I was a child. I've grown and changed more in the past year than I think I ever have in my life. I've come into my sexuality, my gender identity and embraced it in ways that I would have found too terrifying or confusing. It's as if I'm starting to live.
As terrified as I was by the dream maybe it means that I'm unsure about myself, where I am now and if it will all end in a positive way. Maybe I've taken on too much at once, rather than just working on one small thing at a time. I'm always a multitasker. I've been rather stressed, more so than ever lately and it's bleeding into my dreams. Maybe I just need a small break from it all. Keep embracing the changes, the new avenues of creativity, passion and exploration of self, but not aggressive. Turn the flame down a little bit before I burn out.
LINKS
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/anjathesickboy/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/darkdreamingdan
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/darkdreamingdaniel/
https://www.customink.com/fundraising/save-the-planet-eat-a-vegan-comedy-t-shirt?
share=6201499380773293&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_content=save-the-planet-eat-a-vegan-comedy-t-shirt&utm_campaign=desktop-post-launch-v2&ref=facebook_social_desktop-post-launch-v2&side=front&type=1&zoom=false
Please buy a t-shirt or make a small donation in order to help me with my book tour this autumn! I'm needing help raising the rest of the funds to do it and I'd love the support! If you don't a t-shirt perhaps you can buy one of my books on Amazon. Blurb or Kindle. Please and thank you! Or at least share or tweet on your social medias.
AMAZON.CO.UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=anja+absinthe
BLURB.CO.UK: http://www.blurb.co.uk/search/site_search?search=anja+absinthe
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