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fandomnumbergenerator) wrote2019-03-02 12:16 pm
fandomnumbergenerator) wrote2019-03-02 12:16 pm
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Dream journal 3/2/19
Last week I had a dream that when you die you go to a tiny windowless office that is packed with books and papers that represent all the shit you didn’t process during your life, and you can’t move on until you have done a sufficiently good job of self understanding.
In the dream I worked for an agency that had figured out how to talk to dead people and to get access to the research they were doing. The woman that I was working with seemed happy to help us— there was some idea that we were helping her get through her research faster. She gave me her semi-broken printer to take back to the living world with me and told me that there was useful information stuck in its print buffer.
I remember thinking that it was a good thing I was going through all my old journals to write my memoir, because that was that much less stuff I would have to go through in the afterlife.
In the dream I worked for an agency that had figured out how to talk to dead people and to get access to the research they were doing. The woman that I was working with seemed happy to help us— there was some idea that we were helping her get through her research faster. She gave me her semi-broken printer to take back to the living world with me and told me that there was useful information stuck in its print buffer.
I remember thinking that it was a good thing I was going through all my old journals to write my memoir, because that was that much less stuff I would have to go through in the afterlife.
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Of the dreams I remember well enough to write down, probably about half fall into the "weird plot bunny" category. Though I've never actually written anything based on them.
And then the other half are things like drug dreams and dreams where dead people show up that I'm trying to keep track of over time. I'm working on how to make those into some kind of essay that covers 25 years of drug dreams. But there are big gaps where I wasn't keeping a journal.