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ladysprite) wrote2010-05-02 07:59 pm
ladysprite) wrote2010-05-02 07:59 pm
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Brains Are Weird
I've always been fascinated by the fact that, in my dreams at least, emotions are completely dissociated from circumstances. I have no idea whether this holds true for other people and their dreams or whether it's just a quirk of my own brain chemistry, but it's always been true for me. I can have dreams about topics that are, to my waking mind, completely horrifying without being the least bit upset in the dream, and I've been known to have horrific nightmares about completely mundane items and actions - for some reason, in the dream, the emotion of terror and horror gets randomly attached to whatever's nearby or happening.
Last night's adventure into inappropriately scary nightmares involved dreaming about snakes escaping from their cages, jumping out at me, and biting me. Never mind that I'm not scared of snakes at all; I think they're beautiful and fascinating. Never mind that if it ever would have been appropriate to have anxiety dreams about snakes, it should have been last week, when I was leading up to performing with one who's been known to bite me on multiple occasions. No, just somehow suddenly out of the blue, my brain decided it was time to entertain me with horrible, jumping, flying, improbable on the level of Snakes-on-a-plane horror serpent dreams.
Sometimes I wish that I could understand my subconscious. Other times I'm fairly certain that it's much better for my overall sanity that I don't.....
Last night's adventure into inappropriately scary nightmares involved dreaming about snakes escaping from their cages, jumping out at me, and biting me. Never mind that I'm not scared of snakes at all; I think they're beautiful and fascinating. Never mind that if it ever would have been appropriate to have anxiety dreams about snakes, it should have been last week, when I was leading up to performing with one who's been known to bite me on multiple occasions. No, just somehow suddenly out of the blue, my brain decided it was time to entertain me with horrible, jumping, flying, improbable on the level of Snakes-on-a-plane horror serpent dreams.
Sometimes I wish that I could understand my subconscious. Other times I'm fairly certain that it's much better for my overall sanity that I don't.....