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Because seriously, which do YOU think I ride more, huh?
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On a completely different topic, because my mind just keeps hopping around tonight...do you remember your dreams? And if so, good, bad?
Which dreams? The ones I have at night, or the propheet?
If it's the latter, honey, I forgot that fucker about five minutes after I got out of it.
If it's the former, um.. well. It's kind of involved.
I had night terrors as a child, and from then on, I developed a healthy respect for the power of the subconscious.
I used to have these fanstastic, epic dreams that could last as much as 20 hours. I mean, they were fuckin' scripts. I had them for most of the 90s, and up until about three or four yeas ago. Then, all of the sudden, they disappeared, and I had just light dreams. I figured out that it corresponded with me being prescribed anticonvulscents. So in answer to your question, sometimes I remember bits, but they are never as vivid as they once were, and it makes me sad.
Occasionally, I will have RMA stress dreams. The worst of which is simply being stuck back there, as a girl, with my stupid-assed big frizzy girl hair, and I go running around trying to find some clippers and a razor so I can at least shave my head. They dreams, if and when I have them, are not nearly as bad as they used to be.
I also went through a period with awful awful nightmares, but not necessarily having anything to do with RMA in the dream. I think I read some sort of medical report somewhere which says that PTSD triggered dreams don't always have to be about the thing that caused the trauma, which kind of surprised me.
I had some other sleep disorders, too. For instance, I punched my first girlfriend in my sleep, and a second time, I made a move to strangle her.
The other really nasty one, and I honestly have no idea what caused it, is that starting my junior year of college, I had a string of terrifying hypnopompic hallucinations. That means as you wake up, you have visual and/or auditory hallucinations. They look real, you are awake. It's the scariest fucking shit ever. They were around for a while, and then, just as weirdly as they had shown up, they disappeared.
Anyway, the short of it is, despite all of the weirdness, my dreams are crucial to me. So I don't know what it's like for you, but when I stop remembering mine for a while, I feel like part of my reality has died.
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You and I should have a race. First one to cum loses.