akhra

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  • &🍯she/her 🐲xie/xer 🦡e/em/es

wenchcoat system:
🍯 Akhra (or Melli to disambiguate), ratel.
🐲 Rhiannon, drangolin.
🦡 Lenestre, American badger.

unless tagged or otherwise obvious, assume 🍯🐲🦡 in chorus; even when that's not quite accurate, we will always be in consensus. address collectively as Akhra (she/her), or as wenchcoat (she/her or plural).

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Discord server ostensibly for the Twitch channel but with Cohost in hospice y'know what let's just link it here
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normal social anxiety dream: oh shit I didn't study for the test and also I forgot to put on any clothes

my fucking gremlin-ass brain: giving a hello hug to my aroace bestie who I love so much I trained myself to express love differently for their benefit in particular and they were like "oh hey let's just put that away" and that's how I learn my dick has fallen out and is partly erect and they just calmly pulled my underwear up with no further comment and there's another half hour of dreams with a vague theme of "visit goes poorly" but that one has left me viscerally ashamed an hour after waking up, like what the fuck brain, you know full well I don't even want that anatomy, fuck you entirely for doubling it up with a predatory betrayal of trust scenario, it's fucked me up to the point of profane ramblechosting, not cool brain, seriously not cool


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in reply to @akhra's post:

Ugh, sorry you got waylaid like that. Sleep is sacred and should be a no "brain fucking with you" zone!

I've actually never had my brain mess with my social anxiety in a dream, but I did once have a dream about several hours of a nice ordinary day spent around a lost loved one just talking and eating lunch and watching TV together, and then I take our plates up to put in the dishwasher and turn around and they were gone. Started looking the whole house over trying to find them frantically and finally my Mom appeared and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was looking for them because they'd vanished and this bastard of a dream said to me in my mother's voice, "Oh honey, they passed years ago." Fucking NOT FAIR to have the wholeness of reality crash down upon you in what had been a pleasant fantasy FUCK.

In conclusion, brains are a fuck. gives you a comforting bunny hug

Oh god, mourning dreams are their own whole category. My dad died in '99 and for at least a decade any time I had a dream with him in it, at some point I would remember he was dead (while he was still right there in front of me) and while these dreams had nothing else in common and no horrific aspects otherwise, at that moment I would scream but instead of sound the air turned solid as it came out, like invisible vomit from my lungs. I have no idea how or why my mind came up with that and assigned it to nothing but this, but it always woke me up immediately.

I'm not sure exactly when that stopped (probably because for a while all my anxiety dreams were thoroughly focused on my ex) but he's shown up a few times in recent years and the dreams have stayed normal and pleasant (give or take).

Uggh, yeah, I hear you.

I'm glad you're dreams have become more pleasant in recent years. With the exception of that one incident I actually didn't dream about them at all for a long time, but more recently they've showed up in my dreams and it's been very nice and pleasant <3