Dextro,
Just had one last night. Thought I'd share it here before I take the day.
In the dream, me and my younger brother (16) were in a grocery store, and debating who was going to pay for what. I wanted some tapenade, but this was a tiny grocery store and seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. When we couldn't find pre-made stuff, I started looking around for olives. At this point the dream wasn't depressing per se, but there was something eerie about me and my brother taking care of the groceries with the implication the food was only for us.
Then (and I don't know the context of this change), the store became some kind of electric-brain-pulse treatment center. Everyone quietly sat in a chair for 40 minutes and let the supposed good vibes come to them. We also all had a sheet of paper that was filling itself out saying how long in mm:ss the treatment had been going and what part of the brain/what system was being affected at the moment. At 35:47, acetylcholine, I suddenly felt the despairing feeling set in. The treatment wrapped up, and the person to my left (who was switching between my ex-girlfriend and another friend, neither of whom are especially compassionate people) patronizingly said "There, doesn't that feel better?" And I replied, "I feel worsre" and burst out into tears. She then went on a tagent about self-absorption and talked about other self-absorbed people that have brought things on themselves, but talked about them sympathetically.
I woke up, and it was 8:49, one minute before my alarm. I felt like absolute shit and still had this feeling lingering. Fortunately, it's dissipated since I started writing this, about 40 minutes later, but it feels like it's going to be a long day nonetheless.
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