Like, it's called dream logic for a reason.

[enemyofperfect]

Some things I dreamed last night:

• Someone published a book that consisted of a lot of glossy photos of him and his dog cosplaying as Calvin and Hobbes and having adventures. It was pretty cool, actually.
• I had a really earnest conversation with a high-ranking religious official of some kind (I base this on his ornate hat and robes and his air of compassionate dignity) about the fact that I owned and sometimes used a razor. In hindsight, his doubts about this practice don't seem to mesh with his clean-shaven look. Maybe he used a depilatory? Anyway, I'm pretty sure we were on an airship. And maybe in the middle of a murder investigation.
• A guy was telling his female BFF that once they carried out their nefarious plan to wipe out the rest of humanity, they'd have to repopulate the earth, so he thought they should spare his girlfriend, too. And a dude of his BFF's choosing, if she wanted, he added magnanimously.

I've been told that I have weird dreams, but I don't get it. What on earth do the rest of you dream about?

(I will concede that the dream from the night before last about the con artist who felt marginally regretful about her plan to rip off Harold Finch and his new husband, Bucky Barnes, was a little out there.)

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Re: the probably by-now-unexpected reply!

[catharsis_logs]

I've been a little bit worried about you, but then you posted today on Tumblr and I felt a little bit better. :)

I've been very limp and uncommunicative lately. I'm gonna be moving back to my dad's house on friday next week, which will be... strange. I'm starting to get to the point where I don't feel right at home anymore? It's a strange feeling. I'm planning on seriously helping my dad clean up the house this summer though, and wear a lot of tanktops or go shirtless. Maybe get stung by a wasp and find out if I'm allergic or not finally.

I've got an eportfolio to finish by monday that I've whined enough about so I won't do it here.

It's really stuffy in my dorm room and your post of ADHD sent me into a panic really quickly for no reason. I guess it was time to be panicked. It did help me get off my butt and do something today.

I ate breakfast with my friends this morning and then took a two hour nap and woke up thinking it was Sunday for some reason.

I really resonate with your description of your depression. When I describe my depression to people I usually describe it as a time in my life where *I* as an entity that thought and cared about itself, just... didn't exist for a while. And then I got back on my meds and things started hurting again, but the terror of emptiness was enough to make me feel kinda fucked-up grateful for the pain. Like the time I woke up after back surgery and the nurse told me to wiggle my toes and I wiggled my toes and that made the board up my ass worth it. (I don't notice it much anymore except for tiny stuff but when I woke up in the ICU I could feel my spine and those rods in my back for the first time. Like all the nerves were lit up like a Christmas party.

*coughs* Anyway, talk to you soon? How have you been? Having some at least reasonable times? *hugs warmly*

Re: the probably by-now-unexpected reply!

[enemyofperfect]

Awww, I'm sorry I worried you! But thank you so much for paying attention! And for being patient with me when I kind of disappear. <3 <3 <3 I've just been -- I don't know. Feeling overwhelmed by some family stuff, with the unfortunate side effect that I'm having a harder time staying in touch with friends. I think my life should feel calmer a week from now. I hope it will, anyway.

I hope things go okay with wasps! o_o Also, I'm kind of envious of your tank top plan. But happy for you! It does sound strange, to have home stop feeling so home-like, although I guess eventually most of us do find new homes elsewhere.

I'm sorry you got hit by panic after reading the ADHD post -- I guess since you say for no reason, you can't really say why, but still, panic's not much fun. It was so weird for me to read that description, though -- it just feels like such an interesting... possible piece of the puzzle that is me. And the extra interesting thing is that I feel like it might fit a lot of my family members, too, I don't know.

Oh wow, when I was super depressed, not feeling exactly like an "I" of the sort that most people seem to feel like or be was a huge part of it, although I'm not sure if it was the same for me as it was for you -- I think I pretty much kept hurting no matter how far it went, although sometimes that was more distant than others. But it just felt like... like I couldn't keep enough of me awake to really function as a full entity. It felt like being a bundle of broken instincts that didn't add up to anything whole. I don't know. It wasn't the best way to feel.

On the other hand, I've definitely been grateful to be able to hurt emotionally sometimes, because it used to be that I just couldn't handle that at all, so I'd just do my best to turn it off entirely, and that always ended up hurting me so much more in the long run, so being able to let myself feel the hurt when it arises instead of locking it up somewhere so it can just haunt me indefinitely, that's -- well, that's something I still feel really glad of, when I manage it.

That's interesting, in a painful-sounding way, about being able to feel the rods they put in. Kind of randomly, I'm somehow realizing for the first time that your surgery might mean that you know kind of how Harold Finch felt after his -- although obviously you had yours for completely different reasons, so I don't know how much it'd really compare.

*hugs back* I think I'm in the stage of overwhelmed where it's hard for me to keep track of my life much farther back than a day. But yeah, there's been some reasonable times, thank you for asking. <3 A few people liked a thing I posted, which is nice, and I've had some good interactions with family, which is good even if it's also been a bit much for introvert me. Plus something else that's turned everything in my head up to eleven is that a trans guy showed up on a show I watch, which, you know, never happens. I think I need to watch that episode like three more times minimum; I can't even figure out how I feel about it, I just know that I'm feeling A LOT OF THINGS. *flail*