Dreams

My friend (who’s a genetics major) told me that insane levels of stress release poison in the body. If by poison, he means bad dreams, then it must be true because I’ve had a fair number of nightmares and strange dreams over the past two/three weeks.

I wish I kept a dream log because I’ve forgotten most of them but what I do know is I’ve been dreaming more often now. The dreams I do remember include: suffocating a puppy (I KNOW!!!), postmodern feminism (good lord, I have the faintest idea what this is but this was the dream; I suspect this was a byproduct of thesis-ing), death of a family member, unbearable heartbreak, and eating meat. On the latter, I’ve dreamed of meat several times but even in my dreams my subconscious had amazing willpower. However, in my dream a few nights ago, I finally gave in and ate what I think was bacon or chicken. It didn’t taste good and I felt guilty in my dream and relieved when I woke up.