For years now, my body has had this really fun way of waking me up when it decides I need consciousnesses: nightmares.
When I let it get out of hand, it was that my mom was dead. I had a nice chat with my subconscious about boundaries, and that stopped.
Last night, it was that Trump got 300 electoral votes.
And so it begins: 2016s nightmare scenario.
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"You elect Trump in a dream, you better wake up and apologize."
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Your id is an asshole.
ReplyDeleteWhich kinda makes sense.
Thank goodness for ego.
Jay Treat and for my externalized superego, who suggests I owe the world an apology for sharing a dream. She may be right.
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