{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "One of my many excuses to think highly of myself despite being an untested shit is that I always deliver in my dreams, sally...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/147792727348/", "html": "<p>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 &amp;tc</p><p>(and those chances in life been calm in crisis - <a href=\"/post/142727656903/\" target=\"_blank\">broadsided that SUV</a> got practical focused calming her and the EMTs and only next day indulged myself for hitting a wall)<br/></p><p>It was always this trope, this highly #relatable midcentury trope, you saw it all the time, I don\u2019t know if it died with Freudianism or what, haven\u2019t noticed it recently now that I think of it, no one thinks dreams matter anymore<br/></p><p>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\u2019t escape it</p><p>never had that dream because I fight it<br/></p>"}