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i relate to this too damn hard after going through the living hell wombo combo that is all boys + Catholic private school
kei
2024-12-28 20:42:36 +0000 UTCThe world's shared trauma...High School :')
Dahlia Grayson
2024-12-28 16:49:06 +0000 UTCAwwwwoooooo… I jisht wanna give that poor widdle dear a hug! I wanna tell her it’ll be okay. Those days fade. You’ll have new nightmares to replace them, and you’ll think back wistfully on such a silly dream. She is all of our inner child! :’-) If I dreamed I was naked in high school while trying to take a final exam for a class I forgot I was enrolled in in week two, I would just LAUGH my ASS off…. Ha ha ha! School… kids. If I had a dream I was in high school again, wandering the hallways naked, I would catch my reflection in a darkened smoked glass window and notice I was a beautiful, curvaceous brunette hottie… belly taut, breasts full and bouncy yet perky, and then I’d notice I was not wearing my medical alert bracelet. I’d be elated. Not only am I a girl, a cute, gorgeous, hot, sexy, YOUNG hottie of a girl, but a clear AFAB… just blossoming into the full flower of womanhood… when I’d notice that wasn’t me, but someone else standing near me. I’d look down and be old me the way I used to be, and I would of course desire to clasp the content maiden to my bossom, but she’d dance out of reach… Sorry… I’m seriously baked RN. It happens. Just be at peace. Just remembered where I was going with that: the REAL horror of a nightmare is when it suggests something eff ed up is going on in the subconscious mind, and when you wake up, you have to DEAL with it. You have to get up. You have to make coffee. You have to make breakfast for yourself and maybe your family. You have to dress, brush and floss your teeth, shower, comb your hair, then you’re S.O. wants a morning quickie , the DOG needs to go to the vet, and it may poor rain and today you have to return your neighbor’s lawn mower… And more and more. Tomorrow there will be still more of this wonderful, beautiful, idyllic, chaotic, stressful, crazy, unpredictable, wonderful, amazing life…. All the while knowing that when you slept, you dreamt held a bottle of suicide pills, had the cap off, and we’re looking at and down into the bottle. The pills heaped inside, are black and glossy, and almost look wet with their maleficence. You read on the bottle, a thing you already knew — to die, you merely swallow one black pill. Then you wake up. You’re awake now, again… and now that you’re awake and can no longer dismiss your own thoughts as the acts of Old Queen Mab, you are conscious. You innocently take stock of yours surroundings… you’re at home. You’re in your own bed, safe and warm. And you have to go through your day, and your life, KNOWING… not thinking, knowing, that your subconscious mind is thinking about sulfide… about DEATH, the big mystery… And the first thing that came to mind, as you realized that that was just a dream, was a critique… why, does a bottle of suicide tablets, that only take one to kill your… have more than one pill in it? Lila… that doesn’t even make any SENSE! That’s right… you wonder if your subconscious didn’t just basically write you a note that . read, “Just so you no, I want to kill myself,” and your conscious mind replied, “you misspelled the word, “know,’. It’s not the reply your subconscious needed but that’s the one you gave. You have to go through your whole day thinking that you really should talk to a therapist, or get couples’ counseling for yourself and the whole cast of characters in your head. Now THAT’S a plucking NIGHTMARE, folks. Gimme a nekkid at school dream any day, please! (PS: yes, I actually had THAT dream and THAT thought of that response, that rejoinder or retort when I woke up from it, about 8 or 10 dark, largely fun-free years since until this one. A nightmare like that is subtle and lingering… and just saps your will to dance to the beat of your inner music! Bad stuff.)
Nadia Novak
2024-12-28 14:11:07 +0000 UTC
