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My recurring nightmares are always ones where I know (like someone else here said, sometimes in dreams you just KNOW something about the situation you're dreaming about) that I have to be somewhere in a hurry, but I can't quite get my shit together.
Either I can't find any clothes that match, or they're all too big, or too small, or ripped up -- or I can't get my makeup on or whatever -- or I have to drive somewhere and I realize I don't know how to get there -- or I have to make a deadly important phone call and my fingers fumble all the numbers.
The main thing about these dreams is this horrible, creeping sense of desperation and this mounting sense of impending doom...I feel small and useless and foolish, and I usually wake up feeling trapped and panicky and end up sitting in the dark smoking for a while and reassuring myself that everything is okay.
I hate 'em. I'd rather dream about 60 foot tall slavering rabid monsters and demons from the pits of hell any time, rather than have one of these stressful fucking dreams. I have enough stress in real life, I don't need more in my dreams.
Liz
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