I woke from a bad dream, in the middle of the night, with a sense of panic. But now I can not remember what the dream was; I do know that at one point I was at the ocean, and I was riding a bicycle. My conscious mind must erase the dream to prevent disturbance, I think.
About Me
- madabandon
- Brooklyn, New York, United States
- a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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I'm lucky in that I never have bad dreams. I'm always semi-aware while dreaming so if something bad threatens I make it go away: my subconcious, my rules. If only the waking world were so easy to deal with. I don't know hwy I can do this exaclty - perhaps a lifetime of reading gives familairity with the fantasy world.
Failing the ability to know it is a dream while dreaming the only other comfort I can offer you is the words of the late, great and much-missed Bill Hicks: when life gets scary we need to remind ourselves it's just a ride.
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