Intracranial Censorship.

I was probed by a friend who’s seen this blog to look into Freud’s interpretation of dreams. Well, I so wish I hadn’t, because well. Yeah. Haha. According to Freud, access to my subconscious mind has been blocked by my conscious one for censorship…to avoid trauma. Apparently, in plain English, if these two guys meet in an alley or something, they’ll beat the hell out of each other, repressed stuff that I couldn’t handle shooting out of every hole and bruise and I’ll eventually go nuts by TMI-effect. It’s quite pathetic, don’t you think? Mental screening has been prohibited because it’s PG-rated and I’m inappropriate audience. Ironically enough, now that I read into that, I should worry about those three days that I actually dreamt, because it means that my defences are breaking down and things, that might contribute to a full-blown phase of ultra nuttiness, are falling through.

But I wannnaaaaaaaaaaah dream...

                                                                                  ..Meh.

                                                                                      I can’t anyway.