Nightparrumps
A day or four ago, I had what was probably a nightmare. Something about people cutting me up with knives or some other bloody suchness.
I woke up wondering why it didn't bother me at all, while other people seem to have similar dreams and wake up terrified or horrified or etc. I think I've had about one dream in the last decade that scared me. Don't remember what. I only remember a couple nightmares from childhood, and a couple vivid dreams from my life. Are my dreams just not vivid enough? Do I just not care about anything so it doesn't matter what happens? Are my neurons just dwizzling into nothingness? Why do I dream about casually known cow-orkers but not about people I've lived with for years?
Anyway, the next a nightmare comes parrumping toward your bed, feel free to divert it to me for processing.
I woke up wondering why it didn't bother me at all, while other people seem to have similar dreams and wake up terrified or horrified or etc. I think I've had about one dream in the last decade that scared me. Don't remember what. I only remember a couple nightmares from childhood, and a couple vivid dreams from my life. Are my dreams just not vivid enough? Do I just not care about anything so it doesn't matter what happens? Are my neurons just dwizzling into nothingness? Why do I dream about casually known cow-orkers but not about people I've lived with for years?
Anyway, the next a nightmare comes parrumping toward your bed, feel free to divert it to me for processing.
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