Oh yeah, before I forget…

[franklanguage]

Had a resurrection dream last night; my dead roommate reappeared and said, "No, it's me; I've been here all along."

I was like, "I'm not buying that…" considering it had been over three months now. So I wasn't overly disappointed to wake up and be proven right, but I've been depressed for quite a while now thinking this is the future.

His memorial had been the other day—Sunday—and as I had planned, I didn't go. I had promised his girlfriend I wouldn't be there so she could share with abandon. There was no video or audio taken, and I don't care. I can surmise what she talked about, and fuck it. I don't care.

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[blozor.livejournal.com]

Sometimes the brain uses dreams to show us realities we wish to be true. I think it's a way for the brain to try to make us happy by giving us some sense of gratification we can't find in real life. Then we wake to face reality and it often just makes us sadder to be shown what cannot be. I feel for you.

[franklanguage.livejournal.com]

I've had tons of wish-fulfillment dreams; when I was comatose and connected to machines, I often dreamed of walking. Of course at that time, even waking reality looked like a dream, compounded by my legally-blind nearsightedness. (Naturally, there was no reason for the nurses to put glasses on me, since they had no idea whether I was awake or aware.)