I re-read what I wrote in the previous post… And I suddenly thought (yeah, it’s so rare that I think, and it is always suddenly)… Can it be healthy at all to give the outlet to your stresses and frustrations in dreams at all? Somebody said in this thread that suppressed feelings can cause ulcers and high blood pressure and so on… Yes, many illnesses originate in our mind, but it is still the body, not the mind to be ill… Human organism, its hormonal system and so on evolved slower than the brain and much, much slower than the civilization. Humanity created culture, and rules, and taboos, and religions, and laws, and great ethical systems… But when we feel offended, our brain sends to our body the same signals, that in times when the danger could be a saber-toothed tiger, or flood, or a big shaggy ape with a stone hammer… Not a boss telling you can be fired, you see… And the body prepares itself to a kill-or-run reaction; it still can do it, in spite of all our habits… When we want to leave the room slamming the door, that’s not our brain to want it, that’s our hands want, our heart, our lungs, all our body… But we do not slam the door, ‘cause we are so cultured and civilized, we close it accurately, though our heart is ready to break apart… Then we go to the bus stop. The last thing we want now is shaking in a close bus, we feel like rushing along the street for a kilometer, punching all the poles you meet, so that your body implements both of its desires… But how is it possible, I am such a civilized young man, with a black case in my hand… Or a girl on high heels and in a short skirt… No, I will go in a bus, then I gonna read a newspaper and read something about terrorists, or nuclear weapons, or ecology, or asteroids approaching the Earth… Then I will see a thriller… I have no time for jogging; I am not one of these clean smiling western people, dang, I do not want my neighbors to think I would want them to think I was perfect… And then I go to bed, and in my dream I summon my poor boss, which has the same problems that mine, but in bigger amount, and watch him swimming in his blood, and choke him with his own guts… While my body is lying in the bed paralyzed, with only the heart beating rapidly…
People, do you really think it is healthy?