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A thought has occurred to me recently. I still dream (and remember the dreams) as much as ever. But I realize now that several of them are ones that once I recognized as nightmares. Scary cold-sweat fear stuff, except that now they don't do anything worrying. And I think they've been non-scary to me for years now.
I don't see this as a good thing, I'll point that out. I see this as meaning that the waking world a.k.a. reality has become far scarier to me than everything my subconscious can throw at me.
I'm not sure if I should be perversely proud of this fact or very worried.
I don't see this as a good thing, I'll point that out. I see this as meaning that the waking world a.k.a. reality has become far scarier to me than everything my subconscious can throw at me.
I'm not sure if I should be perversely proud of this fact or very worried.