We’re all guilty of this.
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My dreams tend to explore the relationship between the universality of myth and emotional memories.
Nietzsche and Sharon Mitchell (PhD/Porn Star) have spoken on how new tensions are manufactured from both explicit and implicit meanings.
Ever since I was a pre-adolescent I have been engulfed at night by the ephemeral nature of relationships. What starts out as yearning soon becomes corrupted into a carnival of distress, leaving only a sense of decadence and the unlikelihood of a new synthesis.
As momentary derivatives become distorted through emergent and critical practice, all I’m typically left with is a testament to the inaccuracies of our existence and an incredible urge to piss.
Then I wake up recalling nothing!
It’s like asking someone how they are doing and they actually tell you.
Truthfully, I rather like listening to people describe their dreams. My sister has some super intriguing ones.
And oh… I also had this dream. I was in a….(blah)….(blah)….(blah)….
My dreams always have a backstory that I must ALSO describe in agonizing detail. We need to tell each other to just shut up sometimes.