I kind of hate dreams. My dreams. I don't know about yours. They're probably a lot nicer.
I know somebody whose ex-girlfriend used to get angry at him for dreaming about killing her.
My dreams are murky. I dip in and out of them as I slip from sleep to waking. Sometimes they don't resume. They are especially choppy when I'm falling asleep. When I'm meant to be waking up in the morning, (andmyalarmsoundsandanabsurdlytropicalassortmentofbirdiesarechirpinginthetrees), I can wake up, walk around some, get unconscious again and pick up where I left off. Good dreams happen in the a.m. Bad ones, the rest of the eve.
The bad dreams always begin with me insulting somebody I don't have any contemptuous feelings toward. All Hell breaks loose. There's fire a lot. Somebody pulling my hair, biting my ears, I can't see their face. I wake up sobbing. But it's a dry cry.
I kind of invent repressed traumas. My subconscious is an attention seeker.
I've never had a bad dream while sleeping next to somebody else. I can't take naps, either- I'm too anxious that something exciting will happen and I'll have to live with missing it. I like to watch Dolly take a nap. Cats are so funny. They can fall asleep anywhere.
I can't fall asleep on my back, but I can wake up there. I've slept with two people who I didn't want to strangle by morning. I like space to move.
Ever slept with jeans on? Blagh. Or a cocktail dress. Ouchies.
I know somebody whose ex-girlfriend used to get angry at him for dreaming about killing her.
My dreams are murky. I dip in and out of them as I slip from sleep to waking. Sometimes they don't resume. They are especially choppy when I'm falling asleep. When I'm meant to be waking up in the morning, (andmyalarmsoundsandanabsurdlytropicalassortmentofbirdiesarechirpinginthetrees), I can wake up, walk around some, get unconscious again and pick up where I left off. Good dreams happen in the a.m. Bad ones, the rest of the eve.
The bad dreams always begin with me insulting somebody I don't have any contemptuous feelings toward. All Hell breaks loose. There's fire a lot. Somebody pulling my hair, biting my ears, I can't see their face. I wake up sobbing. But it's a dry cry.
I kind of invent repressed traumas. My subconscious is an attention seeker.
I've never had a bad dream while sleeping next to somebody else. I can't take naps, either- I'm too anxious that something exciting will happen and I'll have to live with missing it. I like to watch Dolly take a nap. Cats are so funny. They can fall asleep anywhere.
I can't fall asleep on my back, but I can wake up there. I've slept with two people who I didn't want to strangle by morning. I like space to move.
Ever slept with jeans on? Blagh. Or a cocktail dress. Ouchies.
1 comments:
Sometimes I think dreams are meant for us to live out our frustrations, desires, fears, and so on. They remove some of the pressure from our ever day lives by having us experience things we need to experience. As for me, I always have high school bad dreams. They're not so much nightmares as they are just bad dreams. At first I think I belong there. Then someone says something to me and I realize that I've been in college for two years. It's always embarrassing and weird. As for your terrible dreams, I think a lot of people dream of a tragedy happening to them. I know I do. I want to know how I'd feel, how I'd react, and of course how others would react to me. I think it's more normal than you think.
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