Unbridled Reverie in Sleep

Not since childhood have I experienced nightmares, and even now as the images and cerebral events bring themselves, uninvited, into my sleep... I remain unafraid.  Repulsed, yes.  Yet unafraid.  Still, why over the last few weeks have my dreams turned to this toxic level of untethered marrow?

I watch no more or less horror on television than before, and as anyone who knows me even a little can confirm... horror has been my favored genre since childhood.  And I'm not given to accepting digestive patterns to blame for dreams, as some parents would have their children believe (I've yet to blame a Hershey's bar for a bad dream).  My subconscious hardly stands a chance to weigh in on insidious horrors when my conscious mind is kept quite fulfilled to its heart's content these days.  Not that it ever starved in the past for its dark matter.  There's always been enough vampires, werewolves, zombies, serial killers and alien predators to go around.  So then, again, I ask.... what wakes and fuels the dream machine these days?

I'm wondering now if it might just be fun to start a dream journal.  But then I remember I have enough to keep up with just with the few blogs I have (since no one wants me to give up even one of them).  Most likely I won't, though.  Honestly, what good are dream journals anyway?  That's another talk show.

Perhaps it's just the pain that is yet to be identified and resolved (or not).  It still keeps me awake, disturbs what seems like the deepest of sleep.  Perhaps my mind is simply turning that into images.  So if my pain had a face or a life or.. if it could be described in an action scene.. it would be that?  Horrifying.  eeew.

Oh well.  Once things are, well, resolved, the culprit to this pain identified, dealt with, addressed, whatever... maybe then my dreams will return to their usual vanilla-boring presentations......