Actually, I had a good day. Not paricularly happy, but I feel like I accomplished something, or maybe just LIVED. I like this feeling.
On the way home from Honors Seminars (ROWG was postponed til next wednesday so I won't miss it- yay!), I heard the song "dreamweaver," which, surprise, got me thinking.
Not really a Mercat Theory, but still sort of one. So, by my rules:
Mercat Theory #0003: I'm thankful for my dreams. I am thankful that my dreams take pity on me. I don't have nightmares. The closest things are a double-dream (several years ago) in which I was dreaming (in my dream) that my mom said she was going to have another baby. When I woke up (but still dreaming!) I asked her and she said she was. Then I really woke up. Another one was when I was swimming and went too deep and couldn't breathe, and woke up gasping.
If I've had real nightmares, then I've suppressed them and have no idea. Generally, I can control my dreams. There is a lot of randomness, but I can control what I do and sometimes other -ah- features. But the randomness is beautiful and the peacefulness is spectacular... I think my mind knows I have enough monsters in real life. Whether it's me or the effect society has had on me as I grow up, I know I have my share of personal monsters. Not that I particularly care to share those, but this at least is a little insight to something for someone somewhere.
On the way home from Honors Seminars (ROWG was postponed til next wednesday so I won't miss it- yay!), I heard the song "dreamweaver," which, surprise, got me thinking.
Not really a Mercat Theory, but still sort of one. So, by my rules:
Mercat Theory #0003: I'm thankful for my dreams. I am thankful that my dreams take pity on me. I don't have nightmares. The closest things are a double-dream (several years ago) in which I was dreaming (in my dream) that my mom said she was going to have another baby. When I woke up (but still dreaming!) I asked her and she said she was. Then I really woke up. Another one was when I was swimming and went too deep and couldn't breathe, and woke up gasping.
If I've had real nightmares, then I've suppressed them and have no idea. Generally, I can control my dreams. There is a lot of randomness, but I can control what I do and sometimes other -ah- features. But the randomness is beautiful and the peacefulness is spectacular... I think my mind knows I have enough monsters in real life. Whether it's me or the effect society has had on me as I grow up, I know I have my share of personal monsters. Not that I particularly care to share those, but this at least is a little insight to something for someone somewhere.