I was a weird, sketchy kid who had weird dreams. When I was about 5 I had a dream about something called a “clout” that looked like an oversized steel wool pad. It was sitting on the small rug in front of my bed and I was too scared to put my feet on the floor because that clout thing was evil. It just sat there on the rug, in all its black malevolence, not moving, but I knew it was alive and meant to kill me. I knew if I put my feet on the floor the clout would suck me down into the Hell-portal it must have come from.
When I was around the same age, one morning I woke up doubled over with laughter. My dad asked me why I was laughing, and I remember saying, “someone was throwing mud at my door.” I pointed to the door of my room and globs of gooey mud were sliding down its painted surface. I couldn’t stop shrieking with mirth. I kept pointing but he couldn’t see the mud and told me to stop making things up. “Look! Look! There! There!” I screamed in frustration, but I was still laughing. Then I woke up for real and was almost afraid if I looked at the door, mud would be on it. I was really awake this time, so there wasn’t. Relieved, I went downstairs for my Cap’n Crunch and orange juice.
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Captain Crunch and orange juice. See, there’s the culprit right there, we grew up eating sugary junk. 😉
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That could be it too!
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Ah now I know on Christmas morning Lucky Otter is truly a kindred spirit. If I was to venture a guess Clout was the mental disorders, the sharp tangles that afflicted your family. The mud was how the dark side was going to smear you with it and smear you, but you were laughing because you knew it wouldn’t work. It would slide right off.
GOD held you safe in the palm of His hand all along. In childhood we fear evil but also know trust. I think Heaven is blissful trust and a ground ecstatic True Reality free of all anxiety.
I often wonder why people paint Mary and Joseph as worried and ignorant. How could they be, the greatest saints of all time, with Love, Peace and Truth Himself born right into their midst?
And He is born again into all the hearts of those of good will. Peace and joy Lucky Otter.
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PS Loved the Brillo pic. No one can untangle that (without getting cut) without GOD.
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HAHA! So true though.
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My goodness, LSG, I think you nailed it. This is a very good analysis. I always thought of these as those weird random dreams and never tried to analyze them but I think you are onto something. That “clout” thing was indeed my tangled mind.
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Here’s one of my weird childhood dreams: https://nyssashobbithole.com/wordpress/peanut-brittle-house/
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I will read this now, thanks. Also, read the interpretation over on Down the Rabbit Hole when you get a chance.
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I just read it. Very cool dream. But I can’t Like it because for some reason the Like button isn’t loading for me.
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It appears to be connected to my optimizing plugin. Dang computers….
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I think I fixed it now. Try it again.
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It still won’t load.
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Try it again. Last night I was up late fiddling with a new plugin because it was conflicting with Jetpack functions. It looks like I got everything working. The “like” button loads for me.
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