I thought that having Dreams was bad enough, with the whole forcing you to consider the nature of reality and consciousness, but guess what I found out is worse?
When they repeat.
After having a few blissfully Dream-free nights, they came back. And decided to start over from the beginning. I don't know who's sending the Dreams, but they're a real asshole. I already lived through my mom dying once in real life, and that was traumatic enough to last me for the rest of my life, but apparently it's not enough for them. I've had to watch my Other!mother die twice now, and let me tell you? Not fun.
Because, see, even better than reliving Other!me's traumatic childhood is being old enough to know what medical terms like
frontotemporal dementia mean when your ten year-old self overhears the diagnosis. And then being able to google it when you wake up. And then finding out it's genetic and possibly hereditary.
But on the bright side, if things continue to be awesome for Other!me, he won't be alive long enough to worry about that. Last time I dreamed, someone else's life was in danger. This time, it was mine.
On a related note, what would be an appropriate gift for someone who saved Other!you's life?
And one last thing--how do you avoid the person who tried to kill Other!you? Is there etiquette for that? I can't imagine saying something like, "I'd really love to meet your Uncle, but he's a homicidal sociopath and tried to kill me in another life," would go over real well.
FML.
At least I don't have to go into work today, thanks to Stark Tower being attacked.
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