04-02-2018, 10:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2018, 10:08 AM by Drunk Monk.)
Sorry. I guess that is pretty fucked up.
It's been a surreal month, one that I had planned to catch my breath before plunging into the next two months - April & May 2018 - when I knew I was going to be slammed by work and other extenuating circumstances. I didn't get that rest, sad to say, and now I just must trod on. But it's a major shift in my world view, and perhaps it will always stay within the confines of my immediate family - hopefully so because if it blows up, it will be catastrophic. It's weird because it's just something that I'm not into sharing, even with you all who know me fairly well - it's too personal really and my only confidante of that level died last year. It has me pondering the fact that I've led this 'psychiatric crisis' team for like a quarter century now, and yet there's no one there with whom I'd seek counsel for this. Anyway, I've also been pondering charting my dreams here because I forget them so quickly like I've already lost last nights. But frankly, I don't have the time as it's nightly.
I do remember yesternight's dream. I was leading some sort of tour in some kind of safari park, and I was out in the badlands of the part where a baby elephant was getting mauled by jackals. It was grisly. I radioed for back up, but we were so far out that the elephant would be dead by the time any help arrived. So I started thinking about how to chase away the jackals and bandage the elephant. Then everyone on the tour started to bid me goodbye and although I didn't recognize anyone, it was very sad. Then I woke, very unsettled.
Maybe I'll start a separate non-DOOM dream journal thread here. If I have the time...
It's been a surreal month, one that I had planned to catch my breath before plunging into the next two months - April & May 2018 - when I knew I was going to be slammed by work and other extenuating circumstances. I didn't get that rest, sad to say, and now I just must trod on. But it's a major shift in my world view, and perhaps it will always stay within the confines of my immediate family - hopefully so because if it blows up, it will be catastrophic. It's weird because it's just something that I'm not into sharing, even with you all who know me fairly well - it's too personal really and my only confidante of that level died last year. It has me pondering the fact that I've led this 'psychiatric crisis' team for like a quarter century now, and yet there's no one there with whom I'd seek counsel for this. Anyway, I've also been pondering charting my dreams here because I forget them so quickly like I've already lost last nights. But frankly, I don't have the time as it's nightly.
I do remember yesternight's dream. I was leading some sort of tour in some kind of safari park, and I was out in the badlands of the part where a baby elephant was getting mauled by jackals. It was grisly. I radioed for back up, but we were so far out that the elephant would be dead by the time any help arrived. So I started thinking about how to chase away the jackals and bandage the elephant. Then everyone on the tour started to bid me goodbye and although I didn't recognize anyone, it was very sad. Then I woke, very unsettled.
Maybe I'll start a separate non-DOOM dream journal thread here. If I have the time...
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