I’m a rubbish dreamer and by that I mean I’m rubbish at remembering my dreams when I wake up. Those that I do remember feel like fragments of a full length film which I have just tuned into. They can feel like an adventure which I have carrying out on autopilot until my consciousness parachutes its way into that particular moment. For example, I may briefly wake up during the night and have the sense that I was mingling in a 19th century country house while guests dance and drink in the background dressed in outfits suitable for a Jane Austen novel. The next time I wake up during the same night I am navigating derelict and crumbling buildings with the feeling that I’m searching for someone or a group of people. On another awakening I’m being confronted with a friend I haven’t seen in years who is inexplicably pregnant. They don’t make much sense altogether but I’m sure Freud would have a field day with them…
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The Freudinator 7000 commented on :
Freudinator for the win