have had so many dreams lately, all involving me being beaten up somehow.

The first two I recall, I was being smacked in the head, and I forget the third one but the fourth one, this afternoon, I was being stomped in the back.

So I thought, after this, because it's starting to make me afraid to go to sleep, in case I have yet another one, and there definitely seems to be a pattern of escalation, so it's quite disturbing, ok, what do the dream readers say about this kind of dream image?

https://thedreamwell.com/2008/08/06/meaning-of-being-attacked-in-a-dream/

Well, so, after reading that, first, it seems that I am needing to defend my capacity to think, and my ideas. Well, that one wasn't so difficult to figure out. I kinda surmised that was the case.

But being stomped in the back. This is something else. The back represents your support, and attacks to it represent betrayal and needing to find support. I ran away from the fight with the Old Boys Club two days ago, because I was not being given enough support.

The support is there, but nobody else is bringing their spine into it.

This back-stomping was horrible. I wasn't just being stomped in the back, it was being done while my front was on top of short bollards on the ground, so there was also the implication of an attack on my very ability to continue to support my existence, specifically relating to lungs and kidneys as the secondary target, or perhaps the purpose for which the boot was coming down from behind, with me facing down.

Of course, the shock of these dreams goes away pretty fast, but I'm not going to stop having them until my body chemistry fully corrects after such a long time being constantly disrupted by alcohol, tobacco, caffeine and weed.

Also, there is an aspect of the things that were being used, in the early ones, first there was a giant heavy book like a websters dictionary, and then a medicine ball, and then a pole like a pole vaulting pole. And the boots that were stomping me, they were thick soled military boots.

Sometimes there is also aspects of this that are not even other people, but my own self-criticisms.

There is also my diet at play here too. Simply the fact I am recalling them, means there is too much CNS arousal going on, in this case, probably from catecholamine precursors as are quite prevalent in pork, chicken, eggs, and fish (as opposed to especially post-1 year old beef and mutton, which I would prefer). There is also the fact that the sleep is happening during the day, when I should not be, which I suspect is bromine dissolved in fatty tissue, now releasing rapidly because I have successfully turned on the fat burning winter metabolism, which also is more thermally tolerant (heat and cold do not affect me as much when this is happening.

I intentionally brought this on, so, I guess I have to deal with it. First thing I am doing right now is getting a jar of B complex vitamins. This should stop part of the drowsiness that affects me by day. It was the first thing I found was effective as I tried various different treatments. The salt and iodine are helping too, but if I am shedding fat that is loaded with oil-soluble elemental and organo-bromine chemicals I have accumulated in my spare tyre this last 4 years, the rate of it seeping into my blood is going to be pretty serious for a while.

I could put a pause on the metabolic change process, and just buy tubs of ice cream, and eat them for dinner, and get very sleepy at night, and wake up better, but I'm determined to keep this robust energy and tolerance for heat and cold. I didn't go through all this just to end up back tracking. Whatever little tool I need to continue moving forward, I will pick up, and use. I am in cat mode. There is no backwards when you are a cat creeping through a tunnel. This is also why cats often get stuck up trees, as when they go down, they have to reverse and run down as far as they can before leaping sideways. At a certain height they correctly estimate they might injure their ankles in the landing.

I'm a lot like a cat. Too confident about my ability to land on my feet and too target focused to notice that I just bowled into a blind alley. And then the local bully shows up and gives me some nasty scratches to remind me how silly I was.

Edit

At last an exception to this rule. This time the ending of the dream, there is a place I am in, and across the river, which is a border, there is Coffeeshops (as in Dutch kind). Someone is telling me about how great they are, but that they wish they could bring it home.

So then I am talking about how if I take a crossbow across, I could shoot it across the river, 'but watch where it goes, or you'll miss it!'

Difference? Yoghurt versus eggs/fish/pork. I have been eating a lot of yogurt and white cheese (mainly sheep, today, buffalo) recently, after figuring out that it's a carbohydrate that does not feed yeast.