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We were moving in the car, about to turn and left the road. Suddenly, I heard a man screaming. Before I could make sense of it, something contacted on the roof of our car and had a loud bang.
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The dream just began, without any build-up, and showed me this: On the freeway, the road was wide and long, but there were almost no cars on it. Instead, there were many body parts.
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This is one of the weird dreams I had before I quit my job. People say that dreams can reflect things we are processing. But it seems that my brain decided to present them in the most absurd way.
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I was desperate to run away from my job then. That, combined with dark materials my brain had collected from horror movies, made my dreams very much like a graphic farce. Yes, it looked graphic, but I got genuinely confused and gave a “huh!?” when I had it.
[ →Read ]The way I experienced time before I quit, was quite different than how I experienced after, which in turn, affected the shape of happiness.
[ →Read ]I am more familiar with Fatal Frame franchise, having bought every remastered/remake ones, and the control part has never been an issue for me. I thought playing games can’t be a problem. Until SHf.
[ →Read ]Self-doubt and the harsh chatter in my head that says "you're falling behind," "you're making a huge mistake," or "you will fall from grace spectacularly." It's a pendulum swings back and forth.
[ →Read ]The things I learned there, were mostly serving the system, not me.
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