I just had a weird and kinda cool dream sequence and I just wrote it out being like “man, I don’t know what that was supposed to...
I just had a weird and kinda cool dream sequence and I just wrote it out being like “man, I don’t know what that was supposed to mean”, and then I reread my description and it was just intensely, thuddingly obvious what it meant so I was like “whoops” and deleted it.
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
Shit, you do know how to flatter me.
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.
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’d seen in like, ever.
And so it was like a human reunion, we talked and talked and got along great, eventually it was like okay so what’s your survival story and she was like “Oh, no, I died, just after the infection hit my ex and some guys came and chopped me up with some axes.” And I was like “…huh, you don’t look that chopped up” and she was like “yeah idk”.
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 “no, it’s Friday night, I’m getting sick, I can’t deal until Tuesday, get out of here, not until Tuesday” and her face was turning green with goth-shadowed eyesockets and so I left.
And I was like “Wait, so she’s undead too? But… cursed undead, not infected undead. I wonder how they get along? … …I could deal with that.”
And then I woke up and I was like dammit I liked that dream, I’m going to try to fall back asleep and get back to it and for once it worked. I didn’t 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.
The meaning, of course, was “>tfw no gf”
The first few times I read your post I saw it as “you are capable of terror”, how Freudian is that?