blargh

[rm]

I'm hoping at least some of my fellow creatives will understand what I mean when I just make an irritated noise at today.

I'm pretty used to the idea of sometimes walking around with grief that isn't mine because of writing or acting work I'm doing. And I feel EXACTLY the same way today, except it's because of a dream I can't fucking remember, which I suppose might sound mystical and romantic, but it's more akin to when you really need to sneeze and can't.

Blech!

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I've come to live with a theory picked up in the ancient past that dreams are a way of having your brain exercise its emotional muscles. Like, if you have a dream where you end up laughing, it's because your brain is pushing at the part of your electrochemical tissue that controls laughter. Many times I've found that I will feel sorrow or anger or worry coming out of a dream, and I've also found that I haven't had reason to feel those emotions in my waking "real" life, so my brain pushed them on me to make sure I knew how they still felt if I needed to. Does this make sense?

When I exercise, if I work a muscle I haven't worked in a while, it aches long after the exercise stops. Maybe your mind is working the personal-not-acting-not-fiction-grief muscle because it needs to make sure the ability is still there?