We’re all guilty of this.
But but but.. I like it when people tell me about their dreams.
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.
And oh… I also had this dream. I was in a….(blah)….(blah)….(blah)….
Truthfully, I rather like listening to people describe their dreams. My sister has some super intriguing ones.
It’s like asking someone how they are doing and they actually tell you.
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!