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. . . . . entries for 12.5.10 . . . . . More Events in the Unconscious Life: two odd dreams, one involving hearing about some kind of weird roleplaying location (thread? house? I dunno) that had been used intergenerationally (as in, "my parents have such fond memories!" but not my parents, just someone's), walking around a vaguely suburban part of a city with my navi for a long time trying to find it, realizing I'd probably overshot it, then getting on the subway, which was THE SKETCHIEST subway in the history of subways - it legit flipped over at times, like a roller coaster, and gave me the severe impression I would fall into some kind of black abyss unless I scrambled like hell to cling to my seat. That kind of thing - or sharp banked turns, whatever - happened several times and it was pretty horrifying. Everyone assured me, when the ride was up, that it wouldn't have, that there was always something right beneath me, and by "everyone" I think I mean my parents and godfather and sister who, for whatever reason, were all on another train nearby when I got off of mine, I think maybe to rescue me because I'd been gone forever. My godfather ended up bodily dragging me along the ground, up a hill, after that, as we all walked to wherever we were walking, presumably because I was too messed up from the train ride to walk myself. And I think my sister was getting dragged too, which we realized belatedly might be problematic because she - what the hell - was pregnant. OKAY SO THAT WAS ONE DREAM. The other one basically just involved some kind of weird after-normal-lecture section of neuroscience for people who were super into it, and I had never gone before but sort of accidentally stumbled in because it took place in the girls' bathroom for some reason - granted, it was a huge bathroom - and my prof assured me I could still join the section if I did an enormous final project. I think the section had involved being subjects in some kind of experiment and analyzing the data but I don't quite remember what the experiment was - it involved physical activity, I believe. I'm supposed to be done with stress dreams. This blows. :P
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