One of my many excuses to think highly of myself despite being an untested shit is that I always deliver in my dreams, sally forth to charge the dragon &tc

(and those chances in life been calm in crisis - broadsided that SUV got practical focused calming her and the EMTs and only next day indulged myself for hitting a wall)

It was always this trope, this highly #relatable midcentury trope, you saw it all the time, I don’t know if it died with Freudianism or what, haven’t noticed it recently now that I think of it, no one thinks dreams matter anymore

anyway it was this trope, that you were having a dream, a nightmare, and something horrible was chasing you and you ran away but you couldn’t escape it

never had that dream because I fight it