So last night, I dreamed I was a superhero.
I had this gun that would stun someone without permanent damage.
I got summoned to join a group of other heroes facing off a group of villains.
I was doing well, when suddenly I was hit with a case of dysphoria so bad I could barely walk, and one of the other heroes half carried me to our target.
Dont ask me, folks.
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I’m sorry, Dot.
On the bright side, your brain seems to go off the rails when you’re sleeping, which is pretty understandable. Mine generally spins off into the Twilight Zone when I’m wide awake. So the first thing it lobbed at me when I read the heading on your blog post was, “I dream of Dysphoria . . . with the light brown hair.”
Like you say, don’t ask me.
— Emma