I had bad dreams. I’ve been having them for weeks now.
I was in an abandoned house. Everything was dusty and dirty, and everyone was anxiously cleaning. They were cleaning everything, the furniture, the walls–everything. I was holding a rag but didn’t know what to start doing. A centipede that was electric blue and yellow came by, so I stomped on it, but its pincers kept wiggling anyway. Then my mom hauled out an enormous shrimp-like monster out from under a couch and started pulling it apart in front of me. She cracked open the shelled head with her hands and then split apart the body, and then started pulling out the creature’s guts, handful by handful. It was disgusting, but I couldn’t look away.
Apparently, dreaming about bugs means that you are worried. The insects are supposed to be a manifestation of your troubled thoughts.
Dreaming about shrimp means that you are feeling overpowered and insignificant and that you want to hide from the world and be left alone.
I am sluggish and tired and anxious.
“The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality.”