I remember watching a movie where people turned into bears. It wasn’t really a bad thing, because they all learned life lessons about how to take care of nature, get along with their family members and each other, and then they all end up living happily ever after with a new understanding of the world. So yeah, very nice. I remember that one in particular because it gave me nightmares. In fact, a lot of movies gave me nightmares. Everything, in fact, gives me nightmares. It’s a serious problem.
For example, I was at a self-help group for people who spend too much time gaming online, and one person was late because he’s a Melbourne boat trailer mechanic or something and he does boat trailer repairs, as you do. But that’s the thing about my brain: it latches onto random things during the day. I can’t stop thinking about them, and then I know exactly what I’ll be dreaming about, and it’s the worst. So for the whole of that day I couldn’t stop thinking about boat trailer repairs, so I went to bed knowing I’d have a bad dream about working on a boat trailer and it falls into the sea or gets eaten by an octo-shark or something. So that’s life.
I didn’t on that occasion, because I now know how to combat it. In fact, I went down to the docks that very evening in the hopes that I could catch some people doing exactly that thing that was in my head. I managed to find some people and they weren’t doing trailer repairs exactly, but I politely asked if they’d show me how. And seeing the thing always makes a huge difference, because then I see for sure that it’s harmless. No bad dreams that night. Although some days it gets tough. One person mention boat catches. And after that, all I could think about was…boats being caught. Mostly by Krakens. Some nightmares you just can’t hold off.
-Hamish