Broken Brain Dreams

On the morning of Thursday, September 14, 2017, I was in a traffic accident that changed my life in ways I am still trying to understand. The collision between my car, a scooter and a truck affected the lives of everyone involved. The scooter driver's family lost a father/husband/son. The passenger in my car broke four bones in three limbs. I don't know what happened to the truck driver.

I walked away with a subdural hematoma. Surgery fixed my brain, but cutting open the body always comes with secondary trauma. Some of the possible side effects they warned me about included memory loss, difficulty concentrating, disinhibition, hypersexuality, inappropriate humor and lack of empathy.

I never had any memory loss after the hospital, as far as I know. But I started taking more notes than usual. Just in case. I do get easily distracted, but I don't know if that is an issue with concentration or simply having too many balls in the air. Everyone I know says I have always been too reticent, so maybe a little disinhibition is a good thing.

Hypersexuality is a fairly vague term. I'm not about to go out and bang as many studs as I can find. I have always been a big fan of monogamy and have no interest in one night stands. I am a nun compared to most of the people I know. I highly doubt I will ever be addicted to porn. I find most of it rather tedious. Japanese porn has more variety, but it is more bizarre than titillating, and their fascination with younger women is more than creepy. American porn is all the same, but at least their “teens” are closer to 30.

I have an active dream life, perhaps more so than before the accident. I have never kept a dream journal or anything like that, but as part of the increased note taking, I wrote down a few dreams as best as I could remember them. I never had any intention of doing anything with them, but after I let a few people read a few dreams, they suggested I turn them into a book or two. I am not going to do that, for a variety of reasons. None of them are full stories. There is nothing worse than reading a book that is a partial story and two hundred pages of filler. Also worth noting is that I do not write erotica. That would be as alien to me as writing science fiction. But at least I have read some science fiction. I am familiar with Piers Anthony, Larry Niven, Anne McCaffrey, Herbert Wells, Philip K Dick, Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke. I cannot name a single erotic author.

Then I thought, why not post some of the dreams on this blog? The choices are either here or filed away some place where no one will see them. I can't think of a down side. I have already put too much personal information on this thing, what harm can a few dreams do? At worst, someone psychoanalyses them and alerts the authorities. I think that might be unlikely.

In the interest of full disclosure, I should point out that some of the dreams will be embellished. Actual dreams often make little sense after you wake. Fractured free association memories can be difficult to read and write. These dreams will be edited for content. Not to cut out the naughty bits, but for coherence.