God, I'm having stress dreams or nightmares basically every night at this point. I say nightmares, but it's hard to call them that when my dreamself's response to everything is so blazé. Like, last night the dream was that I was being forced by an alien race to participate in the genocide of humanity by handling the distillation of nuclear waste with my bare hands. But, my dreamself's reaction was just... "yeah, alright". They were kind of bored, tbh. Like, no moral quandry over killing everyone. No fear of being tortured by the aliens. Not even a little bit of panic when I spilled the distillation station, and I have panic attacks every time I knock over an empty bowl irl!
It's just weird. Like, the dreams suck, but to describe them as nightmares when they're so banal feels wrong. I never wake up scared, just a little annoyed, and it almost feels like it would be better to actually be afraid of those dreams...
Wish I knew what my psyche was trying to do here