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blather: weird question
A weird question for my flist:
when you were a kid, did you have a recurring nightmare? if so, what was it?
I had one that was the usual monster-somewhere-in-the-house-coming-to-get-me, but whenever I had a fever and was delirious I had another that was very hard to quantify. It came in various forms but the theme was the same. there was some gigantic piece of machinery, ponderously heavy, made of wooden cogs and levers and chains, and if I touched the wheel the machine would creak into motion and I knew I was destined to be chained to it forever keeping it moving. Or a giant pyramid of stone was suspended above me and I was holding it up but knew it would crush me eventually.
Something about responsibility, or adulthood, but there was also a sense of my insignificance in the giant scheme of things.
What about you, oh my flist?
when you were a kid, did you have a recurring nightmare? if so, what was it?
I had one that was the usual monster-somewhere-in-the-house-coming-to-get-me, but whenever I had a fever and was delirious I had another that was very hard to quantify. It came in various forms but the theme was the same. there was some gigantic piece of machinery, ponderously heavy, made of wooden cogs and levers and chains, and if I touched the wheel the machine would creak into motion and I knew I was destined to be chained to it forever keeping it moving. Or a giant pyramid of stone was suspended above me and I was holding it up but knew it would crush me eventually.
Something about responsibility, or adulthood, but there was also a sense of my insignificance in the giant scheme of things.
What about you, oh my flist?
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Your ponderous machine shook loose a recurrent thing I'd forgotten: a huge (pirate?) ship crewed by monsters and general unpleasantness. There were steps up to the deck - not the usual sort of steps for a ship, but a wide staircase - and I'd walk up it. As I climbed the stairs I knew I was walking into nightmares, and I'd will myself - so hard - to turn around but it rarely worked.
Free associating: I spent my childhood being taught to hide (intellect, skills, knowledge, emotions, desires) and being trapped in situations that made me bored and unhappy. I could, theoretically, have walked away from these situations since there was no physical restraint, but parents and guilt were forces too powerful for me to fight.
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There is no more powerful force in the universe than parents + guilt.
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