Optimus2g

Continuing with the theme of recurring dreams dating from my childhood, in this blog I'll recall the dreams that I had in which I was falling from the sky. Much like the dreams in which I was shot, I woke immediately upon experiencing this sensation. This primal fear may be just a manifestation of the racial dreams that Carl Jeung theorized and wrote about that all human beings have. I would almost always experience this sensation while I'm at the highpoint (no pun intended) of my dream. This is proabably one of the more common dreams that people have had, I'd venture to guess, because of the universal terror that all human beings associate with falling from the sky--unless you're a sky diver, but I think they're afraid too--why else would they carry parachutes then (the pussies)?

I would have these dreams more often as I was in tense moods and would almost always wake up in a cold sweat--even if it was the dead of winter. The good thing is that I almost always forgot about them moments after awakening, but the terror would still remain. I guess that this lends credence to the theory about what those who know me say about me: I AM a tight ass. It's times like these that I wish I was as laid back as Willy Nelson and Snoop, if you knowm' sayin'...

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