Ah, yes. My Down With Cis shirt came in the mail today. I am ready to fight every cis. Meet me on the fucking bus.
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Idk how many other people experience this but judging by the prevalence of nightmares I’m guessing it’s not common but;
I have never had a nightmare. Because I do not experience emotions in my dreams. Oh, I’ve had plenty of dreams with unpleasant imagery. I’ve had dreams of being murdered, I’ve had dreams of blood and gore, I’ve had dreams of zombies, aliens, war of the worlds, monsters, raptors, you name it. I don’t think, imagery-wise, any of my dreams would qualify as “pleasant”. They’re weird. They often feature death. They don’t sound the same as how most people describe their dreams as being.
But like, I think it’s because on a subconscious level, I’m always aware I’m in a dream. Not lucid dreaming in the sense that I can control my dreams or anything (although I have had a few of those), but rather lucidity on a subconscious level, despite that being fairly contradictory. I experience dreams similar to how I experience movies, maybe even more apathetically actually. I don’t often make the actual connection of “Oh! Dream!” In my dreams, but rather, I participate in dreams with more of a “I’m just along for the ride” type attitude.
It’s weird.
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics (Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This), 1983)
There’s this huge misconception that space is very colorful and brilliant looking because people see all these super vivid pictures with millions of stars and vibrant nebulae and buddy I got some news for you. Every one of those pictures have super long exposure times, and in the case of nebulae, they have cameras that can see beyond the human color spectrum to catch the nebula in its full glory. You can’t actually see the aurora on Jupiter, because the aurora is in infrared. A lot of nebulae photos you see are either false color or are ‘color loaded’ to be more vibrant. Space, to the naked eye, would be rather dull.
All my life I’ve had these weird adrenaline-inducing dreams. When I was younger, they were about car accidents. My freshman year of high school I was in a terrible accident, but, like, because of all of these dreams I’ve had about car accidents, literally years worth of dreams, I had no panic response. None whatsoever. I was calm and collected for the entire ordeal, I made sure my mom and the other guy were alright and out of their cars. No one was hospitalized that day.
After that it was about breaking bones. I’d had dreams over and over again about breaking my bones to the point where the adrenaline response was gone. In February I slipped on the ice and broke 3 bones in my foot. I walked it off, I didn’t go to the hospital, I didn’t panic. I went to the doctor’s office that weekend and had it x-rayed. They didn’t believe anything was broken because I was calm and collected and didn’t go to the hospital for it. Sure enough, though. I broke 3 bones in my foot.
Another one is tornadoes. I used to fear them, be terrified of rain-wrapped or nightly tornadoes, but I’ve had so many god damn dreams about them. I go storm chasing sometimes. I'm the only non-meteorology major that gets invited to storm chasing because I don’t have a panic response. I don’t freak out. I’m elected the photographer because my hands don’t shake.
I’ve never been a fan of dreams meaning much, just neurons firing and your subconscious trying to decipher them. But I won’t lie that it’s peculiar that it’s always played into something bigger.
i have dreams sometimes where i’m floating high above earth, where the satellites orbit, just watching the world turn below me, and i have dreams sometimes where i’ve traveled thousands of years into the future, and those dreams are the loneliest i’ve ever felt. separated by everyone you know, by miles or years, having no way to talk to them. to tell them you love them. and i think thats why im so terrified of growing old, because the people i know now will all be gone, the memories i’m making today will be forgotten forever. and i think douglas adams describes it best in hhgttg with the further you are away from home, the worse the heartache of homesickness gets

