There’s rarely any sort of violence in my dreams, but I can tell my brain is trying to predict a given situation that I’ve been exposed to or am worried about.
The rare times that violence is on the table, it’s always me struggling to respond. Same old story for all of us. Can’t punch, kick or run because our brain has us literally paralyzed.
I’m being shot at and I’ve got my Colt 1911 in hand. Seriously it didn’t go bang?! OK, charge it. And now the slide is stuck. OK, take it off safe. Still stuck. Clear the malfunction and “click”. Oh fuck me.
Brilliant take! Been noticing this for years.
There’s rarely any sort of violence in my dreams, but I can tell my brain is trying to predict a given situation that I’ve been exposed to or am worried about.
The rare times that violence is on the table, it’s always me struggling to respond. Same old story for all of us. Can’t punch, kick or run because our brain has us literally paralyzed.
I’m being shot at and I’ve got my Colt 1911 in hand. Seriously it didn’t go bang?! OK, charge it. And now the slide is stuck. OK, take it off safe. Still stuck. Clear the malfunction and “click”. Oh fuck me.