One thing I’ve always been able to vividly imagine is the smell of shattered glass. It’s sickening to think about even now, because my mind conjures up such a perfect, overwhelming replica of it in my mind every time.
I have dreams about it often, and even in my dreams it turns my stomach every time. It’s as repugnant as it is hard to forget. Even after I wake up, the memory of it still lingers.
I’m not quite sure why it’s this smell in particular that’s decided to take me over. I’m not even sure where it came from. To my knowledge, it’s not like I have any secret repressed memories involving shattered glass, although I did get a chunk of amber glass lodged in my big toe one time. Other than that, nothing pops out as dramatic enough for the scent to follow me into my subconscious. It’s been years since I’ve even smelled it in person.
The difficult part comes with describing just what makes it so disgusting. It’s not exactly a strong smell, but the few whiffs of it you get are deeply unpleasant, and it seems the dream magnifies that twofold. I have memories of wanting to gag after it touches the back of my throat, almost so strong you can taste it.
Apparently smelling in dreams is uncommon, but it does happen. It’s more likely we’ll utilize our sight or ears or touch before we smell or taste. It would be nice to smell or taste a birthday cake or fresh bread. Instead, I’ll chew through mouthfuls of thick, jagged, clear glass, and the shards cut into my cheeks and leave an imprint on my olfactory nerve.
I’ve tried to consult Dream Moods before, like I do with all my dreams, but the closest I’ve ever found was the description for broken glass and smells. Of course, I wasn’t exactly expecting to see an entry for smelling broken glass, but I’ve seen more specific on Dream Moods before, so I was optimistic.
All it says is that a particular smell is trying to dredge up feelings you associate with it, and in my case, it’s nothing except disgust. I’ve not a memory to first about it, and yet every couple of months, I’ll be reminded of it in a dream. It’s never an unwanted dream, or a nightmare, but the smell will creep up slowly, and then hit me like a bus, and I’ll have no choice but to swallow it until I wake up.
HAPPY 