{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "I just had a weird and kinda cool dream sequence and I just wrote it out being like \u201cman, I don\u2019t know what that was supposed to...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/110151504308/", "html": "<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http://swampgallows.tumblr.com/post/110145064170/kontextmaschine-i-just-had-a-weird-and-kinda\" target=\"_blank\">swampgallows</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"/post/110112229888/\" target=\"_blank\">kontextmaschine</a>:</p><blockquote><p>I just had a weird and kinda cool dream sequence and I just wrote it out being like \u201cman, I don\u2019t know what <i>that</i> was supposed to mean\u201d, and then I reread my description and it was just intensely, thuddingly obvious what it meant so I was like \u201cwhoops\u201d and deleted it.<br/></p></blockquote><p>you should have left it so some of our notions of self-esteem could stay afloat knowing that you are capable of error, that there are indeed things that you do not know</p></blockquote>\n<p>Shit, you do know how to flatter me.</p><p>Alright, I was in a zombie postapocalypse, but far enough off from the initial outbreak that the zombies had rotted to unthreatening - they were these white, swollen-faced maggot-things, if they were mobile at all it was slowly, teeth rotted out, you could take them out with one punch if you had to.</p><p>But it was still a lonesome windswept world, roaming the land scavenging houses, and then this one house I got to, doing my thing, and there was a cute 20something girl in there in sweats and a black tank top, and she was the first human I\u2019d seen in like, ever.</p><p>And so it was like a human reunion, we talked and talked and got along great, eventually it was like okay so what\u2019s your survival story and she was like \u201cOh, no, I died, just after the infection hit my ex and some guys came and chopped me up with some axes.\u201d And I was like \u201c\u2026huh, you don\u2019t look that chopped up\u201d and she was like \u201cyeah idk\u201d.</p><p>Which was weird even in dream logic but we kept it up and made some drinks and the sun set and we were talking on her bed and I asked her for a hug and I was going to ask her if I could sleep there hugging not even sexual just for the comfort but she was like \u201cno, it\u2019s Friday night, I\u2019m getting sick, I can\u2019t deal until Tuesday, get out of here, not until Tuesday\u201d and her face was turning green with goth-shadowed eyesockets and so I left.</p><p>And I was like \u201cWait, so she\u2019s undead too? But\u2026 cursed undead, not infected undead. I wonder how they get along? \u2026 \u2026I could deal with that.\u201d</p><p>And then I woke up and I was like dammit I <i>liked</i> that dream, I\u2019m going to try to fall back asleep and get back to it and for once it worked. I didn\u2019t meet her again but I met some other folks and we were going to resettle a college campus and I made plans to go find her and invite her along.</p><p>The meaning, of course, was \u201c&gt;tfw no gf\u201d</p><p>The first few times I read your post I saw it as \u201cyou are capable of terror\u201d, how Freudian is <i>that</i>?</p>"}