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dream, Thu 11/6/09

Mood stability always results in me either having less dreams, or just not remembering them.

Today, I had a dream that startled me enough that I woke up to the sound of my own voice shouting. This used to be much more common a few years ago (night terrors, nightmares etc.).

It's very common, this particular phenomenon: I was hit by something in the face. I don't remember what it was - all I know is that it was an object that wouldn't normally hurt if thrown at me, so I was quite shocked when it hit me and it caused more than flinching.

It takes a while for the sting to dissipate, after I wake up.

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Posted 5 months ago

dream, Tue 2/6/09

I kept punching this male in the face. I cannot remember if he is known to me or not. A female friend advised me to stop, arguing that it would hurt my knuckles. I argued that I felt fine and to demonstrate my point, would hit the male in the face again.

* * *

I don't know what he was doing there, but after apparently conversing with a friend of his on Twitter, I saw KB on the street - it might have been Bourke St, just outside Starbucks. His friend thought I was trying too hard to be youthful and cool and so I went up to KB angrily and told him all the things I was doing in the week and how none of those things were at any places he liked to frequent.

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Posted 5 months ago

dream, Mon 6/4/09

I was in a room and there was a dog that belonged to my brother. It liked me, but for some reason, came up to me and bit my arm. It wouldn't let go despite my screaming and begging, and brother's protestations. I finally looked it in the eyes and pleaded with it, saying its name. It let go.

It left a sickening imprint on my right lower arm. Punctures were bleeding. I wouldn't let anyone touch me, clean me. I just covered it up and pretended everything was completely normal, despite it hurting like hell. Part of my arm was either bleeding and ripped or pale, like it'd been soaked in water for too long. The dog was massive and I couldn't believe it could fit so much of my arm between its jaws.

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Posted 7 months ago