I Pitched a Roller Coaster to Disneyland at Age 10 in 1978
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Vulnerability time again.
So, in the bucket of "semi-innocuous things that can fuck you up for life", I cried this morning after waking from a stupid anxiety dream.
Why? Well strap in...
All my life people have told me I'm attractive (boo-hoo, right?). Which also means, all my life I've had people tell me I'm vain, or shallow, or that I'm using my looks manipulatively. People have also informed me that looks don't last, and that I'd "better have a plan B"¹ for when they inevitably fade.
¹ not that kind of plan B 😑
And, with brains being the lovely little pattern-seeking machines they are, mine condensed this down to "People like/hate you for your looks. If you're not pretty enough, you're worthless; if you're too pretty you're a bad person".
I've written before about my ex-spouse who told me, in a crowded cafe, "people only listen to you because you're fuckable" (this was in response to telling them that two psychologists had favorably reviewed my paper on autism self-diagnostic criteria)
I've also written about how I never really found myself attractive until just recently (thanks therapy, healthy relationships, and Fedi). I recognized that other folx did—or at least said they did, but—with my lifelong history of abuse—I didn't see it. I think it took, at least in part, having a healthy, loving, asexual partner for me to start liking myself in new ways. And, as she said after I told her about the dream this morning, "if I'm using you for your body, I'm doing a really bad job of it" 😋
So what was the dream? It was a pretty basic theater anxiety dream.
I was in a play (playing the male lead, I think), and I'd spent the morning doing my costume and makeup for the part. Someone ran by and let me know I was on in 7 minutes. It was then I realized no one had given me a script, and I didn't know anything about my lines or the play. A perfectly reasonable panic attack ensued, and then I woke up.
Now, I don't usually read into dreams; dreams are my brain's equivalent of DOS6 running defrag. But this one was pretty on the nose.
I had spent all my time trying to look the role, and had completely failed to do the part that matters...and now it was too late—I was the pretty one with no substance.
Vulnerability time again.
So, in the bucket of "semi-innocuous things that can fuck you up for life", I cried this morning after waking from a stupid anxiety dream.
Why? Well strap in...
All my life people have told me I'm attractive (boo-hoo, right?). Which also means, all my life I've had people tell me I'm vain, or shallow, or that I'm using my looks manipulatively. People have also informed me that looks don't last, and that I'd "better have a plan B"¹ for when they inevitably fade.
¹ not that kind of plan B 😑
And, with brains being the lovely little pattern-seeking machines they are, mine condensed this down to "People like/hate you for your looks. If you're not pretty enough, you're worthless; if you're too pretty you're a bad person".
I've written before about my ex-spouse who told me, in a crowded cafe, "people only listen to you because you're fuckable" (this was in response to telling them that two psychologists had favorably reviewed my paper on autism self-diagnostic criteria)
I've also written about how I never really found myself attractive until just recently (thanks therapy, healthy relationships, and Fedi). I recognized that other folx did—or at least said they did, but—with my lifelong history of abuse—I didn't see it. I think it took, at least in part, having a healthy, loving, asexual partner for me to start liking myself in new ways. And, as she said after I told her about the dream this morning, "if I'm using you for your body, I'm doing a really bad job of it" 😋
So what was the dream? It was a pretty basic theater anxiety dream.
I was in a play (playing the male lead, I think), and I'd spent the morning doing my costume and makeup for the part. Someone ran by and let me know I was on in 7 minutes. It was then I realized no one had given me a script, and I didn't know anything about my lines or the play. A perfectly reasonable panic attack ensued, and then I woke up.
Now, I don't usually read into dreams; dreams are my brain's equivalent of DOS6 running defrag. But this one was pretty on the nose.
I had spent all my time trying to look the role, and had completely failed to do the part that matters...and now it was too late—I was the pretty one with no substance.
dch :flantifa: :flan_hacker:
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WRITER FUEL: People report vivid dreams during rapid-eye-movement sleep. But is this sleep stage really the only time we dream?
https://www.limfic.com/2026/01/07/writer-fuel-can-you-dream-when-youre-not-in-rem-sleep/
WRITER FUEL: People report vivid dreams during rapid-eye-movement sleep. But is this sleep stage really the only time we dream?
https://www.limfic.com/2026/01/07/writer-fuel-can-you-dream-when-youre-not-in-rem-sleep/
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8 years out of school, my anxiety dreams have finally graduated too!
Now, instead of missing exams and classes, I had a dream where I was supposed to give a workshop at a conference. Except I didn't remember the time or venue for it, and it was on a topic I know nothing about.
Progress...?
8 years out of school, my anxiety dreams have finally graduated too!
Now, instead of missing exams and classes, I had a dream where I was supposed to give a workshop at a conference. Except I didn't remember the time or venue for it, and it was on a topic I know nothing about.
Progress...?
I have been having long and elaborate dreams lately. On top of that, they are usually the strangest combination of two completely different things. So far I've had:
John Wick + Gilmore Girls
Transformers + Kingdom of Gems
Wizard of Oz + X-files
I don't even know what my brain is doing but I'm sure I could sell some of these to Hollywood...
My first nightmare, around three or four years old, was also with aliens.
Mom had an alien-shaped "green man" trinket. In my dream, aliens, which looked like the trinket, had arrived and everyone they touched turned into them. The only people left were my best friend and me. We were surrounded by a tight circle of aliens. A bright thing -which I knew had aliens- was located on top of my friend and me and started descending upon us. I was so scared, then I woke up.
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Always....Dream BIG!
Inspired by the cooler weather. Makes me feel young again and full of possibility!
ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/dream-big-inspirational-art-sharon-cummings.html
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Always....Dream BIG!
Inspired by the cooler weather. Makes me feel young again and full of possibility!
ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/dream-big-inspirational-art-sharon-cummings.html
#art #artwork #artist #artists #fediart #mastoart #tree #trees #colorful #colorfulart #inspiration #inspirational #motivation #motivational #encouragement #beauty #littlegirl #girl #girls #girlpower #feminineenergy #feminine #women #hope #dream #dreams #dreaming #child #children #childhood #fun #cute #gifts #SharonCummingsArt #buyintoart
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All my dreams are about running from the bombs and seeing fires,
And sometimes I dream of my house being bombed and razed to the ground,
And I cry in the dream and wake up to cry again.
This wasn’t a poem. It was just a message in passing to a friend this morning. And yet, also, a poem.
na na na na na na chauve-souris
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Last night I had a dream about a cemetery where each headstone had a donation portal for the favorite charity/NGO of the deceased (or in some cases, a medical NGO related to their CoD). Instead of flowers, people swiped their cards.
I don't even know why my brain did this, but I kinda like it.
Last night I had a dream about a cemetery where each headstone had a donation portal for the favorite charity/NGO of the deceased (or in some cases, a medical NGO related to their CoD). Instead of flowers, people swiped their cards.
I don't even know why my brain did this, but I kinda like it.