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Chemistry and Nocturnal Hallucinations
May. 21st, 2023 02:15 pmI've just started a new hormone therapy (see previous posts about Feminine Issues) and to my great surprise, I've started having dreams again that are not mind-numbingly tedious everyday frustrations, but the sort of nutty things one is supposed to encounter in Dreamworld. And I'm remembering them, which I've only managed to do a few times a year for the last decade or so ... though this may be because in the brief instant I've remembered my dream upon waking up, it's been so boring that I immediately erased it.
In the last week, I've dreamt that someone clumsily tried to pickpocket me in the queue at a National Trust property, and I dragged him to the counter of what my waking mind can only describe as the National Trust Police. They were some sort of unified security service across the whole of the NT, but apparently staffed mainly by women in their 50s. The pickpocket was quite an attractive man, actually, in a greying kind of way, but that was no excuse for crimes.
I also dreamt that I had been part of a study whose first part involved installing an app on my phone, and whose second part was some kind of in-person medical test. When I arrived for the latter, it became rapidly clear that it was not just science but mad science, the kind that involves strapping one to a chair and very Weimar-looking contraptions. I flipped out, demanded the app to be uninstalled, and with some difficulty made my escape. Weirdly, getting them to take the app off my phone was harder than evading them physically. The app was called "Monster"; it didn't look exactly like the energy drink logo but it did have the same colour scheme. As soon as I woke up I knew this had been a dream, but I was still super paranoid about digital privacy for a few days after. I would never ever install the kind of app this was in the full light of day, but even so ...
I used to have such mad dreams when I was a teenager. It's nice to have them back again. And, bizarrely, given I have had quite an anxious lead-up to my current trip to Denmark, I have had no travel anxiety dreams at all.
In the last week, I've dreamt that someone clumsily tried to pickpocket me in the queue at a National Trust property, and I dragged him to the counter of what my waking mind can only describe as the National Trust Police. They were some sort of unified security service across the whole of the NT, but apparently staffed mainly by women in their 50s. The pickpocket was quite an attractive man, actually, in a greying kind of way, but that was no excuse for crimes.
I also dreamt that I had been part of a study whose first part involved installing an app on my phone, and whose second part was some kind of in-person medical test. When I arrived for the latter, it became rapidly clear that it was not just science but mad science, the kind that involves strapping one to a chair and very Weimar-looking contraptions. I flipped out, demanded the app to be uninstalled, and with some difficulty made my escape. Weirdly, getting them to take the app off my phone was harder than evading them physically. The app was called "Monster"; it didn't look exactly like the energy drink logo but it did have the same colour scheme. As soon as I woke up I knew this had been a dream, but I was still super paranoid about digital privacy for a few days after. I would never ever install the kind of app this was in the full light of day, but even so ...
I used to have such mad dreams when I was a teenager. It's nice to have them back again. And, bizarrely, given I have had quite an anxious lead-up to my current trip to Denmark, I have had no travel anxiety dreams at all.
