If I let my dreams change me in any way, I unfortunately wouldn't get anything done. I've had pretty horrible dreams for most of my life, and they tend to be vivid and visceral. I'm generally falling, running from something or someone that I can't outrun, struggling against something I simply can't fight, watching my wife come up with incredibly elaborate plans for cheating and covering her tracks, I sometimes see her fucking other men and laughing about me when I'm mentioned, I see her blowing a dude in the car and smiling at him the way she does me during, I see my friends all saying they hate me and laughing about me behind my back, I see my daughter as a grown woman who hates me and doesn't want to see me again, I see my father hitting me when I was a kid and telling people at his bar he doesn't have a son, and of course there's the classics with me being stabbed repeatedly or suffocating or being choked or simply dying alone and noone caring. Apparently I sound wildly distressed during my dreams sometimes and my wife worries I'll die due to my breathing lol. It is nice that she wakes me up when that happens though, of course I don't realize what's happening necessarily but I suppose it means she at least cares enough to do that
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Fuck dreams dude lol. I wish I could never have em again. Oh, and because I'm consistently kicking ass at life, I managed to pass on my propensity for horrible dreams to my daughter, which has resulted in her having a fear if bed time, which I feel like is my fault. Apparently my father had terrible dreams like this too. But hey, can't change it man, and I got shit to do, and my dreams are not at all logical, so I can't make decisions based on dreams, just wouldn't make sense. I just kinda wake up sad or scared instead lol.