09-23-2023, 07:34 AM
Day 193 Pause (Break Day 1)
Over the past few days, I've been having crazy vivid dreams.
I dreamed that my dad and I had a huge fight. Intuitively, I think I was ~17 y/o in the dream. My dad and I were at local gas station eating. When the fight occurred, I stormed away from the table, yelling and threw my food and drink at him. I woke up extremely angry. I believe this represents a revolt against authority.
In one dream, I was in the middle of a scenario straight out of "The Purge". I was hiding in a camper with a group of people in the middle if the city. We were found. Through some slick maneuvering I took out every person that entered the camper. I don't recall being scared.
I dreamed that I was at some high school reunion event and I was hanging out with Jessica Biel, who was the love interest of my dream. Ultimately, I ended up saying something stupid and she didn't want to have anything to do with me afterward. I recognized that given the circumstances, what I said had been inappropriate, but that was never my intent. I didn't want to let her go. But I had to.
An extension of the dream above is that I was really strong. I've never had a dream like this. Usually, I'm extremely weak and slow. I was helping people clean up and was grabbing 5-6ft coolers loaded to the max and throwing one on each shoulder like they were empty paper bags. Most men were having to double up to carry one cooler. There was an instance in the dream, where I pulled some Spiderman shit and was able to climb rafters with ease, jumping huge spans, swinging, etc. An elevator was broken, so my task was to get several of those huge coolers to the top floor where the party was. I did.
Another extension of the above dream is that I returned to the ground floor. When I did, there was this guy, my age, long salt and pepper colored hair, bearded, muscular, and a about the size of the Undertaker (but ripped)...Scary looking fucker. He attacked me. When he realized that I was too quick for him to take down, he tried to run away. I say "tried", because I didn't let him run. I tripped him, grabbed his ankle with one hand, and dragged this big bastard back to where he first attacked me. That big motherfucker in my mind will never bother anyone else again.
I'm not sure what I overcame. But today, I feel incredible. The word "unleashed" comes to mind.
Over the past few days, I've been having crazy vivid dreams.
I dreamed that my dad and I had a huge fight. Intuitively, I think I was ~17 y/o in the dream. My dad and I were at local gas station eating. When the fight occurred, I stormed away from the table, yelling and threw my food and drink at him. I woke up extremely angry. I believe this represents a revolt against authority.
In one dream, I was in the middle of a scenario straight out of "The Purge". I was hiding in a camper with a group of people in the middle if the city. We were found. Through some slick maneuvering I took out every person that entered the camper. I don't recall being scared.
I dreamed that I was at some high school reunion event and I was hanging out with Jessica Biel, who was the love interest of my dream. Ultimately, I ended up saying something stupid and she didn't want to have anything to do with me afterward. I recognized that given the circumstances, what I said had been inappropriate, but that was never my intent. I didn't want to let her go. But I had to.
An extension of the dream above is that I was really strong. I've never had a dream like this. Usually, I'm extremely weak and slow. I was helping people clean up and was grabbing 5-6ft coolers loaded to the max and throwing one on each shoulder like they were empty paper bags. Most men were having to double up to carry one cooler. There was an instance in the dream, where I pulled some Spiderman shit and was able to climb rafters with ease, jumping huge spans, swinging, etc. An elevator was broken, so my task was to get several of those huge coolers to the top floor where the party was. I did.
Another extension of the above dream is that I returned to the ground floor. When I did, there was this guy, my age, long salt and pepper colored hair, bearded, muscular, and a about the size of the Undertaker (but ripped)...Scary looking fucker. He attacked me. When he realized that I was too quick for him to take down, he tried to run away. I say "tried", because I didn't let him run. I tripped him, grabbed his ankle with one hand, and dragged this big bastard back to where he first attacked me. That big motherfucker in my mind will never bother anyone else again.
I'm not sure what I overcame. But today, I feel incredible. The word "unleashed" comes to mind.
