A while back, I watched a Korean drama called Twinkling Watermelon, which is about a high schooler who goes back in time and meets his dad when he was also in high school. After finishing it, I dreamed that I met my dad when he was around my age, but it turned into a sex dream. It wasn’t necessarily the most absurd, grotesque, or unhinged dream I’ve ever had, but it was definitely the wildest in my opinion because of the implications.
almost all my dreams since I was around 16 have been high-impact hyper violent emotional trauma rollercoasters.
everything from bare fisted fight for your life against thousands of people to fighting for my life and killing family members.
the trauma of these nightmares over time has compounded so much that 99% of the time my psyche forcefully blocks them out entirely.
that is, until recently when I’ve been put on some anxiolytics. Now, it’s more like 5% of my dreams I can remember because they’re just “normal” dreams. However, I’m not blocking as much of the violent dreams anymore either.