Oh my god, I cannot even describe to you how amazingly weird my dreams are. I mean normally everyone's dreams are weird (I know of a guy who dreamed he was fucking a cheeseburger)
but I swear to the Holy Lord Satan My dreams make LSD look like cornflakes. The thing is, I don't eat well and my main meal of the day is dinner, which is usually also yesterday's dinner. This weird gastronomical combo of old pizza, turkey bacon and the residual KFC that will invariably stay in your system from your very first spicy bucket until the day that formaldehyde purifies your corpse would result in the weirdest dreams on its own, but when combined with my latent insanity and the stresses of the IB system it ends up conceiving the weirdest motherfucking dreams ever created.
Let me tell you, whenever I hear "dreaming is your brain reliving the day you've just had" I think "bullshit" for one reason and one reason alone: "I'm pretty fucking sure I didn't encounter a Viking in my day to day life in Amman Jordan and no, not on T.V either. I'm pretty goddamn sure it just amounts to my brain going "fuck it, let's get some Vikings up in this joint". If you still doubt that dreaming is totally arbitrary here's a fun story: I once dreamed of a massive party wherein at one point a mermaid with the upper body of Snoop Dogg surfaced from a puddle in the ground and just smiled. My knowledge of Snoop Dogg up to that point amounted to: "he's a dude with weird hair who smokes a lot of pot and wears funny hats". Now it's that, plus "he would make a fucking hideous mermaid". Funny thing is, That's not even the epitome of freakiness. The Snoopmaid (as I have taken to calling it) is maybe a good 8/10 on the weirdness scale. It goes up to 10. Do you know how weird something has to be to get to level 10? Weirder than a mermaid-Snoop-Dogg.
From my dreams I have developed two theories. After dreaming of the Snoopmaid I took to trying out Snoop's music and I actually like it. Therefore I've taken to believing that dreams are your brain's way of illuminating your life. Dreams alleviate my stress every night and give me some sort of topic to talk about with people who don't actually care. My second theory is that dreams are your brain going "I'm bored and depressed, screw it let's imagine some cool shit" and then doing that, purely to fuck with your conscious mind. Like, literally purely to amuse itself your subconscious has decided to hallucinate some crazy junk.
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Let me tell you, whenever I hear "dreaming is your brain reliving the day you've just had" I think "bullshit" for one reason and one reason alone: "I'm pretty fucking sure I didn't encounter a Viking in my day to day life in Amman Jordan and no, not on T.V either. I'm pretty goddamn sure it just amounts to my brain going "fuck it, let's get some Vikings up in this joint". If you still doubt that dreaming is totally arbitrary here's a fun story: I once dreamed of a massive party wherein at one point a mermaid with the upper body of Snoop Dogg surfaced from a puddle in the ground and just smiled. My knowledge of Snoop Dogg up to that point amounted to: "he's a dude with weird hair who smokes a lot of pot and wears funny hats". Now it's that, plus "he would make a fucking hideous mermaid". Funny thing is, That's not even the epitome of freakiness. The Snoopmaid (as I have taken to calling it) is maybe a good 8/10 on the weirdness scale. It goes up to 10. Do you know how weird something has to be to get to level 10? Weirder than a mermaid-Snoop-Dogg.
From my dreams I have developed two theories. After dreaming of the Snoopmaid I took to trying out Snoop's music and I actually like it. Therefore I've taken to believing that dreams are your brain's way of illuminating your life. Dreams alleviate my stress every night and give me some sort of topic to talk about with people who don't actually care. My second theory is that dreams are your brain going "I'm bored and depressed, screw it let's imagine some cool shit" and then doing that, purely to fuck with your conscious mind. Like, literally purely to amuse itself your subconscious has decided to hallucinate some crazy junk.
