These nightmares are boring me to death
The only silver lining I can see about the construction that started next door at a legal hour of ear-shuddering sleep-wrecking—it began with a kind of road-grading machine that vibrated the entire house like a subwoofer—is that after it had gone on for enough hours that its processes had become merely too noisy rather than too painful to sleep through, I started to lapse in and out of very shallow bites of dream which were all set around the same apartment variously dealing with alien incursion, supernatural phenomena, obnoxious guests, which at least added an interestingly anthology-like quality to the experience of really not in any meaningful way sleeping. I still woke up in this capitalist hellscape advancing even further into totalitarian hellscape while playing clown car music, all of which is providing real interference to my ability to get almost anything done that makes me feel better about being alive in any kind of scape. Shoving through the crowd-packed night-streets of a Boston that can't have evolved from the demolition of Scollay Square in order to get home before a sort of extraterrestrial zeppelin tracked breathlessly like the Ever Given reached the planet's north magnetic pole must have been escapism, whatever it felt like at the time.
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Unknown, but the feel on the ground was simultaneously meme-glued and ominous, which may just have transferred from waking reality.
And what supernatural phenomena? A fireside chat with an out-of-date local militiaman, or like, a polter? You get such cinematic dreams sometimes.
Like a polter! I get the fireside chat thing in my dreams all the time. I do not normally have the electricity going weird for reasons other than trees and/or utility companies falling down.
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You're welcome! It feels a lot better to be dreaming normally even under the circumstances.
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*hugs*