{"id":567,"date":"2014-08-25T22:03:32","date_gmt":"2014-08-26T05:03:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/?p=567"},"modified":"2014-08-25T22:03:32","modified_gmt":"2014-08-26T05:03:32","slug":"on-the-internet-no-one-can-hear-you-scream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.slowbloom.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/on-the-internet-no-one-can-hear-you-scream\/","title":{"rendered":"On the internet, no one can hear you scream"},"content":{"rendered":"

This post is about dreams. I know, rule #2991480932 of the Internet: DON’T TELL ANYONE YOUR DREAMS. NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT. So, you’ve been duly warned. I’m going to talk about dreams.<\/p>\n

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I have had recurring dreams<\/strike> nightmares for pretty much all of my adult life. There are two themes. In the first one, I’m leaving on a trip. I get to the airport. I don’t have my passport. I’m always going somewhere that requires a passport. I don’t have enough time to get my passport before my flight leaves.<\/p>\n

In the second type, I’m experiencing some kind of danger. It’s always vague, but present. I’m always paralyzed and incapable of getting out of harm’s way.<\/p>\n

Except, something has changed. Several months ago I had the travel dream, right up to panicking about the passport. When I checked my bag, the passport was in it<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

This morning I had the second dream. Except instead of being unable to flee, I got on my bicycle and rode up an insanely steep hill. And I stood up on my pedals (which I’m currently terrified of doing, because the last time I did that, when I was ten, I fell off my bike and scarred my knee for life).<\/p>\n

Something has shifted, and it’s showing up in my dreams. I’m not so afraid of what the world is going to fling at me. So bring it on.<\/p>\n

For those of you who read to the end, bless your hearts. To the rest of you, well, bless your hearts, too.<\/p>\n

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