For the love.

[torrain]

Dear brain,

If you are going to give me nightmares about needing to escape a city that has been invaded by aliens that turn people into horrible monsters, could you leave out the bit where I make my mother cry? For an hour? Because that was really upsetting.

No love,

Me

(This post has been crossposted from DreamWidth)

Comments

[middlemarching]

*shakes fist at your brain* ):

[torrain]

My brain is being a Jerkbrain. With, I will add, terrible production values.

[moiread]

WTF, brain. WTF.

[torrain]

An hour. Brain: fired. (Seriously, I haven't had a dream like that since I quit coffee cold turkey.)

[ashbet]

Oh, UGH. I am sorry :(

**hugs**

-- A <3

[ironphoenix]

Sympathies... dat sux.

[torrain]

Reprise today (last night? this morning) involved a beetle in my kitchen. As is the way of dreams, I nearly woke up screaming.

Seriously. Brain so fired. Hoping for better rest tonight.

[ironphoenix]

I gather you have a thing against beetles, so ick. Your brain could pick better ways of telling you "Cheer up, it could be worse! See?" if that's what it's trying to do.

[torrain]

I explained badly. Usually I don't mind them (although I'm pleased to have an insect-free kitchen!). This was more a case of the dream making something normal horribly upsetting. (Do you ever have that happen? You dream about, f'r ex, a can of beans falling off a shelf and it somehow embodies all loss and loneliness and abandonment? Bloody annoying.)

Which is not to say that making my mother cry is as emotionally neutral as finding a beetle in my home. Just that the emotional responses to the two dream-sequences were comparable, even if the apparent stimulus was wildly different.