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there are so many layers to life and oftentimes I feel like we all only live in one "layer" at a time. I guess you could call this consciousness but even within consciousness there are layers too. Basically, I have been feeling like I am living in many different layers at once recently.
I have been doing a lot of self-reflection and it is good but it is also really scary and really hard. There are so many things to think about and I just get a little lost and overwhelmed. It is good to try and take things one at a time. but everything has associations to everything else and it just takes off from there.
This psychotherapy class is really fucking with my head. haha.
But I actually remembered my dream last night...which I am really excited about because I never remember my dreams, even when I do that whole thing where you tell yourself the night before that you are going to remember it.
It was a really strange dream. I wrote it out and I plan on going back and "analyzing" it or whatever with my newfound knowledge from my psychotherapy class.
The thing that struck out to me the most was that in my dream I had long hair and a large black woman attacked me with buzzers and wanted to shave it off as a spiteful way of saying you are a lesbian and you should look like one. She made me bleed a little bit and I was horrified that she wanted to make me look a certain way because of my identity.
anyway that was weird.
Presentation time.
I have been doing a lot of self-reflection and it is good but it is also really scary and really hard. There are so many things to think about and I just get a little lost and overwhelmed. It is good to try and take things one at a time. but everything has associations to everything else and it just takes off from there.
This psychotherapy class is really fucking with my head. haha.
But I actually remembered my dream last night...which I am really excited about because I never remember my dreams, even when I do that whole thing where you tell yourself the night before that you are going to remember it.
It was a really strange dream. I wrote it out and I plan on going back and "analyzing" it or whatever with my newfound knowledge from my psychotherapy class.
The thing that struck out to me the most was that in my dream I had long hair and a large black woman attacked me with buzzers and wanted to shave it off as a spiteful way of saying you are a lesbian and you should look like one. She made me bleed a little bit and I was horrified that she wanted to make me look a certain way because of my identity.
anyway that was weird.
Presentation time.