Yeah it was just fucking weird. Last night I slept really well. No weird dreams or nothing. I did get up around 2:00 and didn't fall back to sleep till 5:00 but that's first and second sleep. I didn't wake up until 8:00. It is what it is I guess. for now, I'm kind of intrigued by these dreams, that's why I've been putting them on here as a way to remember them.
My mother doesn't dream, she has advanced dementia. But I don't think dementia hits you like that. I think if you're an extreme worrier you're fucked, but if you're not you might be all right. she worried about everything. she worried about worrying, and that drove her insane. And I think dementia could be a way for the body to compensate my uneducated guess. You just kind of worry your brain into retardedness and then you don't think about anything. My grandmother on her side and my mother's sister both worried themselves into retardedness. Grandma had really pressuring asshole husband and the ant just couldn't get out of her own way and was miserable and I think the misery just blew her brain up.
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