FaceBook Zombies
I disabled my FaceBook. Today I actually went in and did a bit with my games, but then disabled it again because I felt like I had returned to an uncomfortable place--somewhere you had your dress get caught and everyone saw you weren't wearing underwear that day and hadn't shaved either--Very Uncomfortable. I didn't even read my "friends page" there. 'Felt no joy in the games that used to give me distraction and relaxation. I just wanted OUT.
I'm sure part of that is due to recent events in my life that were directly related to FaceBook...things that would not have happened otherwise, at least I don't think they would, definitely not the kind of drama I have ever experienced on LJ in the years I have been here. It was like visiting a part of town where you always enjoyed the shops until you got mugged in broad daylight.
I've been doing some reading about dreams. The brain needs sleep so that it can shuffle things and make sense of it all. It also uses this time to send us messages from our subconscious--the part of us that sees more, hears more and never stops ticking.
Last night I dreamed I was trapped in a school and the world was under zombie invasion. While zombies are not unheard of in my dreams, they are not common. Most of these zombies were the lovely slow-moving stupid kind, so rather easy to avoid. However, in packs, they could be a bit of an issue, especially if you were out and getting surrounded. There was another nearby group of survivors who wanted to "exchange" with us--nine of ours for 9 of theirs***. I pointed out in the dream that this made no sense, but nobody listened and we did the trade. The other survivors were psychopaths. They took our people and locked them in with hungry, fast-moving zombies and cheered as they were torn apart. The nine we received from them were relieved to be with us...but what about when the other group wanted to trade *again*? They were bigger and stronger and better equipped--why they traded instead of just TAKING in the first place didn't make any sense. I knew I needed to get out of there, but living on your own in the Zombie Apocalypse is a pretty scary thought....I was trying to figure out what to do when I woke up.
Yes, I feel that dream was my subconscious trying to work through what is going on in my life. Unfortunately, despite its ability to work overtime, my subconscious didn't have any answers for me either.
***Why NINE? I have no idea! The number has no significance that I can think of!
I'm sure part of that is due to recent events in my life that were directly related to FaceBook...things that would not have happened otherwise, at least I don't think they would, definitely not the kind of drama I have ever experienced on LJ in the years I have been here. It was like visiting a part of town where you always enjoyed the shops until you got mugged in broad daylight.
I've been doing some reading about dreams. The brain needs sleep so that it can shuffle things and make sense of it all. It also uses this time to send us messages from our subconscious--the part of us that sees more, hears more and never stops ticking.
Last night I dreamed I was trapped in a school and the world was under zombie invasion. While zombies are not unheard of in my dreams, they are not common. Most of these zombies were the lovely slow-moving stupid kind, so rather easy to avoid. However, in packs, they could be a bit of an issue, especially if you were out and getting surrounded. There was another nearby group of survivors who wanted to "exchange" with us--nine of ours for 9 of theirs***. I pointed out in the dream that this made no sense, but nobody listened and we did the trade. The other survivors were psychopaths. They took our people and locked them in with hungry, fast-moving zombies and cheered as they were torn apart. The nine we received from them were relieved to be with us...but what about when the other group wanted to trade *again*? They were bigger and stronger and better equipped--why they traded instead of just TAKING in the first place didn't make any sense. I knew I needed to get out of there, but living on your own in the Zombie Apocalypse is a pretty scary thought....I was trying to figure out what to do when I woke up.
Yes, I feel that dream was my subconscious trying to work through what is going on in my life. Unfortunately, despite its ability to work overtime, my subconscious didn't have any answers for me either.
***Why NINE? I have no idea! The number has no significance that I can think of!