y'all can't all be wrong: Demoralized

Every night they come. Relentless. It's been said that they are not real and can't harm you, but that's a lie. The worst of mine make my neurons feel burnt out (think high fever). They are also good at ruining the subsequent day as my conscious mind takes the time to sort out what is real and what is not real. I guess all of life is like that: a giant game of determining what is real and what is not real. No fun.

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I hate how dreams can color your whole day, make everything feel strange and out of place. Except, of course, for those rare, sweet occasions when dreams make your day better, and you feel like something wonderful has happened to you, even though you know it's just a dream.

Posted by: Jen @ March 1, 2004 01:00 PM

If I remember correctly, I once read that if you dream about gold coins, it's a very happy and sweet dream. When I was younger (8-ish), every now and then I'd have a gold coin dream. I had nightmares too, but at least they were occasionally offset by something happier. After my teen years passed, that was it for good dreams. Now, they are just bad or weird or both.

So, it's nearly my bedtime and yet again I will have to face my demons (or is it demons in general?). But how do you face something when you are sleeping? How do you understand something that modern medicine just guesses at? At least with other fears you can either avoid them or acquire some sort of Linus blanket for mental security. There's no avoiding sleep, so every night I sink-or-swim in blank dominion beyond the defined unknown.

Posted by: TQ @ March 1, 2004 11:40 PM

You jinxed me. I woke up with pounding heart this morning, repeating that not-so-comforting mantra, "It's just a dream, just a dream, just a dream." Nothing to do but pretend I had a safety blanket and wrap it around myself.

Posted by: Jen @ March 2, 2004 06:08 AM