I think the inability to give and receive positive feedback further undermines society’s ability to form interpersonal relationships of any meaning. We all then become ultra-superficial as a means of self-protection and erring on the side of caution. We’ve birthed an entire social group that embraces paranoia to the likes of:
“I don’t want anyone online to see my face!”
“I don’t want anyone online to know my first name!”
“I don’t want anyone online to know what school I went to or what city I grew up in!”
“I don’t want anyone online to know where I work!”
It’s as if they fail to consider the hundreds of strangers offline and IN FAR CLOSER PROXIMITY that see their faces, know their names, watch them go to work, or see them at school EVERY SINGLE DAY. What makes them any less suspect than the guy online that lives across the country in Hoboken, New Jersey? I’m not afraid of society. But maybe that’s the very reason that society is afraid of me. Because by knowing me, they won’t stay hidden.
I have some of the most bizarre dreams. Most of the time I can’t remember them at all. But there seems to be some recurring themes in some of my dreams. For instance, many of my dreams have common settings like my old high school or my parents’ neighborhood. Sometimes I revisit places I remember from other dreams but the circumstances are different. And then you have those situations that make you feel uneasy, at best.
Over the years, I’ve experienced everything from inadvertently committing ridiculous crimes that would send me to jail for the rest of my life, to sleeping with faceless women who all seem vaguely familiar in the dream but are complete strangers otherwise. I’ve jumped off buildings, battled aliens in my backyard, discovered profound metaphoric religious truths, engaged in gun battles with would-be robbers, been best friends with celebrities, one of a handful of post-apocalyptic survivors with nothing but a pair of dockers and boots to my name, and I’ve even had a dream where I was lamenting the fact that I had to cut my super long hair. Yeah, I’ve never had long hair.
Some of these dreams probably deserve posts of their own. Maybe I’ll do that one day. That is, if I can remember them. What about you?
Any crazy dreams that you can remember?