Re: Post Your Dream
Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2022 8:22 pm
I live in a room with two other men. Cozy situation. I've been waking myself up in a huff, all worked up and hollering nonsense I think because I can't have my way. I've realized I hadn't been assertive enough in real life so it was reflected in my dreams. I then watched Jordan Peterson blab about the the side effects of inauthenticity on the endocrine system. That his tummy would go "ugh" and hands would go clammy and stuff. But if he kept it real the symptoms of being a lonely simp would subside. I sometimes want to say stuff to my roommates like, "you gone clean that up sucka?" - in my native tongue of jive talk that I only ever use in my head. But instead I'll say, "If you want I'll do our dishes after we eat what I've cooked. Then you can do them next time!" But they never do it. In my dreams I have an afro and walk differently too. Like with a rhythmic certainty that I'll get my own way or else, kinda thing.
Anyway I started whispering sorry after each abrupt outburst from sleep to make sure roommates 1 and 2 don't try to kill me in my sleep. Cody's a real cereal killer - Cheerios, Corn Flakes, fuckin devours them loud, especially at night before right when I'm falling asleep. Stephen rarely speaks, but when he does it creepy quiet. Like he's hiding a deadly secret of shyness. Uh uh don't trust a man who can't turn up the volume. But they like me. Anyway, totally unrelated. I've taken to standing in the bathroom mirror whilst trying to make my reflection, FLINCH! HUH, what'd you say?! That's what I thought. And my hands are less clammy now. I'm pretty sure that's what JP was referring to in that lecture.
If you think I don't have friends, well Jack, y'all straight tripping. I'm a real cool cat.
Anyway I started whispering sorry after each abrupt outburst from sleep to make sure roommates 1 and 2 don't try to kill me in my sleep. Cody's a real cereal killer - Cheerios, Corn Flakes, fuckin devours them loud, especially at night before right when I'm falling asleep. Stephen rarely speaks, but when he does it creepy quiet. Like he's hiding a deadly secret of shyness. Uh uh don't trust a man who can't turn up the volume. But they like me. Anyway, totally unrelated. I've taken to standing in the bathroom mirror whilst trying to make my reflection, FLINCH! HUH, what'd you say?! That's what I thought. And my hands are less clammy now. I'm pretty sure that's what JP was referring to in that lecture.
If you think I don't have friends, well Jack, y'all straight tripping. I'm a real cool cat.