Okay, so, “dream of bleeding.” Sounds pretty intense, right? I’ve always been fascinated by dreams, and this one kept popping up, so I decided to, like, really dig into it. I started by just keeping a dream journal, you know? Every morning, soon as I woke up, I grabbed my notebook and scribbled down everything I could remember, no matter how weird or fragmented.
My Dream Journaling Phase
At first, it was just a mess of random images and feelings. Lots of red, obviously. Sometimes it was me bleeding, sometimes it was other people, sometimes just… objects. Weird, I know. The bleeding itself wasn’t always scary, though. Sometimes it felt… powerful, almost cleansing. Other times, yeah, totally terrifying. It felt very real, very phsical.
- Day 1: Woke up with a racing heart. Just a vague image of blood on my hands. Couldn’t shake the feeling of dread.
- Day 3: Dreamt I was a knight in shining armor, but my sword was dripping blood. Felt strong, strangely.
- Day 7: This one was messed up. Saw a bleeding tree. The sap was bright red and thick. Super unsettling.
- Day 10: Back to me bleeding, this time from a small cut on my finger. But it wouldn’t stop. Felt very vulnerable.
Trying to Find Patterns
After a couple of weeks of this, I started looking for patterns. I mean, there had to be some kind of connection, right? I started highlighting certain words, and use different color pens, looking for any kind of common thread besides the obvious “blood” thing.
I noticed that the dreams where I felt strong or powerful usually involved other people, or even objects, bleeding. The ones where I was the one bleeding always left me feeling anxious or scared.
It’s all still pretty muddy, to be honest.
The “A-Ha!” Moment (Maybe?)
Then, I had this one dream… it was different. I was in a hospital, but not as a patient. I was watching a doctor perform surgery. There was blood, of course, but it felt… controlled. Purposeful. Like it was part of a process of healing, not destruction.
And that’s when it kinda clicked. Maybe these “bleeding” dreams aren’t about literal bleeding at all. Maybe they’re about… release. Letting go of something. Emotional baggage, maybe? Or maybe confronting fears. The scary dreams could be me resisting that process, and the “powerful” ones could be me embracing it.
I mean, it makes some, it’s not a perfect fit for every dream, but it’s a starting point. I’m still working on the “bleeding tree” one, though. That one’s still got me stumped. I even consider maybe there some vitamin I missing. So I take a multivitamin, hoping that’ll give me more vivid dream and a deeper understanding.
Still Figuring It Out
So, yeah, that’s where I’m at with my “dream of bleeding” deep dive. It’s an ongoing process, I keep writing everything down, trying to refine my theory. It’s not exactly scientific, but hey, it’s my brain, my dreams, and my interpretation. It’s been a wild ride, and I’m kind of excited to see where it leads. Maybe I’ll even write a book about it someday. Who knows?
