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dragonlady7oh I had a complicated dream early this morning where there was some kind of family event going on, like a bunch of us were staying in a big house and there was, I dunno, a wedding or a party or something.
As part of this, at one point-- now, I should mention, I don't usually dream as myself, so I may or may not actually have been me, but I had a significant other, who may or may not have been Dude, it wasn't really specified. But anyway. At one point, this maybe-Dude had gone out separately from the rest of us, and was at the grocery store. And then something happened, some kind of maniac went on a shooting spree kind of thing, in that town, and I was terrified that somehow Dude had gotten swept up in it or gotten shot or whatever, and I was not exactly upset, because I didn't know, see, but I was kind of paralyzed with dread. And time passed, and he didn't respond to texts, and I was sure he was dead.
And then I think I was aware that I was dreaming, and I was clearly on some level like "this is bullshit, I'm not going to have a dream about my boyfriend getting murdered!" but then my subconscious was like "well would you rather he was being an asshole and letting you be scared for all that time?" and then dream-me kind of got mad, because either he really was dead and that sucked, or he was being a dick by not letting us know he wasn't dead.
I resolved this by waking up and rolling over and flinging my arm out across the oceans of bed* to find him, somewhere over there, and sure enough he was over there, but the thing is that usually when I do that at like, 6am, his reaction is to, mostly asleep, take that as a particular invitation, but fortunately I didn't mind that, so it worked out ok and honestly was a pretty great start to the day if you ignore the stupid dream that prompted it.
I didn't tell him I dreamed about maybe-him maybe getting murdered and/or being a dick about it, though. First I was busy, and then I was like, I don't think this needs to be discussed, and then I was also like, how do you even bring that up? I'm all good, I'm just gonna blog about it instead.
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* ok i was thinking of that tumblr post but that's not the version that links to the comic that OP was referring to so I'm gonna link to it here, warning site is NSFW though comic itself isn't: oceans of beef
As part of this, at one point-- now, I should mention, I don't usually dream as myself, so I may or may not actually have been me, but I had a significant other, who may or may not have been Dude, it wasn't really specified. But anyway. At one point, this maybe-Dude had gone out separately from the rest of us, and was at the grocery store. And then something happened, some kind of maniac went on a shooting spree kind of thing, in that town, and I was terrified that somehow Dude had gotten swept up in it or gotten shot or whatever, and I was not exactly upset, because I didn't know, see, but I was kind of paralyzed with dread. And time passed, and he didn't respond to texts, and I was sure he was dead.
And then I think I was aware that I was dreaming, and I was clearly on some level like "this is bullshit, I'm not going to have a dream about my boyfriend getting murdered!" but then my subconscious was like "well would you rather he was being an asshole and letting you be scared for all that time?" and then dream-me kind of got mad, because either he really was dead and that sucked, or he was being a dick by not letting us know he wasn't dead.
I resolved this by waking up and rolling over and flinging my arm out across the oceans of bed* to find him, somewhere over there, and sure enough he was over there, but the thing is that usually when I do that at like, 6am, his reaction is to, mostly asleep, take that as a particular invitation, but fortunately I didn't mind that, so it worked out ok and honestly was a pretty great start to the day if you ignore the stupid dream that prompted it.
I didn't tell him I dreamed about maybe-him maybe getting murdered and/or being a dick about it, though. First I was busy, and then I was like, I don't think this needs to be discussed, and then I was also like, how do you even bring that up? I'm all good, I'm just gonna blog about it instead.
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* ok i was thinking of that tumblr post but that's not the version that links to the comic that OP was referring to so I'm gonna link to it here, warning site is NSFW though comic itself isn't: oceans of beef
