Last night’s dream was in black and white. About what subject? No memory of it actually. I knew it contained a person, but who? No idea. Also. A challenging countryside to traverse. But no idea of why it was challenging. The feeling on waking leaves a butterfly flutter psyche of unease. Other past dreams have brought dread. Or glorious happiness. Which doesn’t last. The happiness is welcomed. But no smiling at why. Nothing there to wonder why the dread exists and PTSD is never an issue. Last night? The biological symptomatic response is an aching body, sweating on waking, a minor headache and left side sciatic nerve jangling twinge. Fogged brain and confusion. Temporary and always lost in the act of taking a shower. Water washes away the negatives and cleanses the troubled soul. It enhances the happiness positives because water also exhilarates.

Aphantasia leaves you powerless to seek the dream theme answers. They were felt within the actual dream time framework. On awakening they are but a ‘puff of smoke’. This morning I quickly wrote some of the odd thoughts below as to what Aphantasia can mean to myself. It is how I journal style at times.

Living in a world with no imagination.

Is like living in a world with nothing to talk about.

If’s….not What’s.

Last night’s dream was in Black and White.

This morning’s memory of it.

Zilch. Zero. Nada.

All past dreams experienced.

Gone in a simple blink of the eye

Upon Opening.

Whispery smoke swirls. Ethereal.

Grasping at a runaway Ephemeral.

Hiding within Slinky Shadows.

Search for the Black and White dream theme meaning

And the answers are internet spot on.

Each and Every one.

Mourning. Loneliness. Loss.

Distant, outside observer. Separate.

Giving up on life’s path.

Memory is based in the shade of known episodic events.

That existed…….yet only perhaps.

Never concrete. So possibly Never were.

The hoped for, wished for, life’s planned for.

Are from self written words on paper but

Visually inept.

Desires are based on tangible links.

Things to hold. To touch. To own.

Reality…..not Fantasy.

Dreams may be strong. Once Awake they flit.

Forever…. Gone.

To a Room that can’t be opened.

Subject known but with Nothing to own

To hang meat upon

The bones.

Life time with Aphantasia.

Lonely when it’s yours

To own.