I clicked on the "like" button but this too dreadful and nightmarish an account to really like. That's the kind of dream that makes me be afraid of going to sleep again.
I was certainly glad to hear that you emerged from it to an at least semi-normal world.
The seasons have changed. May your winter be warm and peaceful.
What an extraordinary dream that turned out to be an amazing push off to your day! I love it when that flow rolls through the whole thing. It's powerful stuff, and you really caught it here! Thanks for sharing this.
your dreams/nightmares are so similar to my own, I think we've seen similar trauma. thank you for sharing them, makes me know someone out there understands. I wish neither of us was so damaged, though.
Dreams validate authenticity. You become authentic by surviving and still be a decent person despite the agony, pain and pathos that required you to need to survive. ( I just got the lyrics to Running on Empty from Google, and the blurb on the side of the page typed it as a Folk Song. Folk music doesn't involve electrified pedal steel, piano and Waddy Wachtel. I think JB is pure singer songwriter and I have seen him with a Telecaster strapped across his chest...) Here are the lyrics I was thinking of:
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it, with what you do to survive
'69, I was 21 and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned into the road I'm on.
If I was your therapist, I'd tell you to read Celine's Journey to the End of Night. The semi-erotic very sadistic part of your dream reminded me of Louis-Ferdinand. I discovered him in a college class called "Dehumanization of Man in Modern Literature."
Wind storms are frightening demonstrations of nature's destructive power so that may be why you had such a vivid, and truly strange dream. It amazes me that you can remember that kind of detail- I never can. After a few minutes, I usually remember nothing at all. POOF- gone.
Thank you for sharing it, and I am glad you are safe and sound as well.
birds always make me feel better
Super intense! Glad you utilized ACDC to transition out of dystopia. xo
That you could express this - in written word - so hard and clear - and in a way that has me feeling it - the weight of it. Dang!
I wish no one else had dreams like that, but when I hear about someone who does, it makes me feel less like an alien because I do, too. So—thank you.
Thank you. Wow.
I clicked on the "like" button but this too dreadful and nightmarish an account to really like. That's the kind of dream that makes me be afraid of going to sleep again.
I was certainly glad to hear that you emerged from it to an at least semi-normal world.
The seasons have changed. May your winter be warm and peaceful.
Now your cooking with fat.
Shoot to Thrill fucking slays, and it always has.
What an extraordinary dream that turned out to be an amazing push off to your day! I love it when that flow rolls through the whole thing. It's powerful stuff, and you really caught it here! Thanks for sharing this.
your dreams/nightmares are so similar to my own, I think we've seen similar trauma. thank you for sharing them, makes me know someone out there understands. I wish neither of us was so damaged, though.
My neck is rubber. Good thing! Eye seering visuals! No rest stops here. 🤯
Trauma dreams. I relate. Thank you for being so candid.
This is fucking amazing, Neko. Thanks for sharing it.
Dreams validate authenticity. You become authentic by surviving and still be a decent person despite the agony, pain and pathos that required you to need to survive. ( I just got the lyrics to Running on Empty from Google, and the blurb on the side of the page typed it as a Folk Song. Folk music doesn't involve electrified pedal steel, piano and Waddy Wachtel. I think JB is pure singer songwriter and I have seen him with a Telecaster strapped across his chest...) Here are the lyrics I was thinking of:
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it, with what you do to survive
'69, I was 21 and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned into the road I'm on.
If I was your therapist, I'd tell you to read Celine's Journey to the End of Night. The semi-erotic very sadistic part of your dream reminded me of Louis-Ferdinand. I discovered him in a college class called "Dehumanization of Man in Modern Literature."
Wish there was a "wow your unconscious mind is astonishing" button.
Unable to like anybody threatened or in fear. But what a world you have inside.
Wind storms are frightening demonstrations of nature's destructive power so that may be why you had such a vivid, and truly strange dream. It amazes me that you can remember that kind of detail- I never can. After a few minutes, I usually remember nothing at all. POOF- gone.
Thank you for sharing it, and I am glad you are safe and sound as well.