I just woke up from a very vivid dream where I was playing Frida Kahlo in a stage play. Let's just say it involved costumes, pennies, a Christina Aguilar song, and my nephew James. Bizarre.
You know how I feel about bizarre dreams. Remember all the fun nightmares I used to have? they have turned into epic tales reminiscent of the Odyssey that continue if I wake and return to sleep. They are less terrifying now, but often take place in familiar settings, usually the room I happen to be sleeping in, even If I'm unfamiliar with the room. Turns out my nightmares are PTSD related. Thanks, dad.
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Well, I can recall a time when you couldn't even remember your dreams. Much improvement. Sounds like a bizarre dream. xoxo
You know how I feel about bizarre dreams. Remember all the fun nightmares I used to have? they have turned into epic tales reminiscent of the Odyssey that continue if I wake and return to sleep. They are less terrifying now, but often take place in familiar settings, usually the room I happen to be sleeping in, even If I'm unfamiliar with the room. Turns out my nightmares are PTSD related. Thanks, dad.
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