so, not all of my dreams are bad, I guess, if my morning condition is any indication. I don't remember most of my dreams.
I did have another fucked up one, recently, in that I was walking through a trench dug into a mass burial site. The bodies were "fresh", as in, not decayed beyond recognition.
I have no idea where my subconscious wanders at night, or why it chooses these dreams to be the ones I remember, but it's a part of me, with or without my consent. I dunno, maybe traumatized by the news, when in reality, there's probably people who have seen this kind of thing in real life.
So, I'm in the world of the awake, and keeping these kinds of dreams to myself, for the most part. Absolutely morbid.
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