From “The Non-Stop Fright” (1927). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Fright Night (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am afraid of so many things. I don’t know about others,I am terribly scared of flying. Where I live it’s almost the only way if I want to get out of the island. There is by road,if I want to drive for ten hours to get out of the island,then take the ferry to go across followed by more driving depending where I am planning to go. I have not overcome my fear of flying,I still fly and pray while we are taking off and landing,which according to my brother are the crucial moments.
I am also afraid when it is dark to be clear night time travelling.I had to do that too.
Where I live we have a lot of snow,sometimes when the temperature warms up and melts the snow and then freezes the ice on the drive way,street,pavement is dangerous.I have the fear of falling and breaking some part of my body. So far I have fallen a few times.
When I was teaching,it was known throughout my school,’Mrs.Asgar is afraid of ice’,I didn’t feel embarrassed when an eight year old who watched me walking ever so slowly,asked me if I needed help,I gladly took her hand and resumed walking little faster,I had help.
These are some of the things that frightens me. What helped me was I got Divine help from above , and human help on earth!
1848 Daguerreotype of Edgar Allan Poe at 39, a year before his death (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I think what can I write for NaBloPo Mo daily. I must admit nothing concrete comes to mind. So I did the obvious,I asked my daughter, she gave me some suggestion. I have momentarily shelved it. Last night after the discussion I went to bed.
I had a disturbing dream. I could not figure out why I would have such a dream. I read Freud’s theory of dreams. He calls dreams those poems we tell ourselves at night in order to experience our unconscious wishes.
Many literary minds are obsessed with dreams.Samuel Coleridge wanted to write a book about dreams.Edgar Allan Poe knew dreams fed his literature,he pushed himself to dream “dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”.
Matt Wilson thinks dreams sort through memories which to retain which to lose.
Hartmann focuses on emotional learning that happens in dreams.He says dreaming puts our difficult emotions into pictures.
Others argue dreams have no meaning at all.They are random firings of a brain that doesn’t happen to be conscious at that time.
I read the views of all these people,I am not satisfied. I am thinking there must be a reason why I had that disturbing dream!