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āTheyāre not cancelling chemo appointments for the queens funeral, theyāre just rearranging them for another dateā
Ah yes, cancer, the disease thatās famously known for not being highly time sensitive
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The bill raises SSI asset limits from $2,000 to $10,000 for individuals and from $3,000 to $20,000 for married couples.
I just called my members of Congress and asked them to support the SSI Savings Penalty Elimination Act.
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*sticks fingers in the table holes*
*gets fingers stuck and quietly tries to subtly pull them out so people donāt realize but that shit hurts like a bitch, so its hard to keep your cool.ā
I love how this could be either am or pm and still make sense
āAfter learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Wellāone pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knewāhowever poorly usedāshe stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, weāre fine, youāll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Letās call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to herāSouthwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookiesālittle powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nutsāout of her bagāand was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredoāwe were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolersānon-alcoholicāand the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican Americanāran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friendāby now we were holding handsāhad a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gateāonce the crying of confusion stoppedāhas seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.ā
ā Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), āWandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.ā
Itās bad to treat humans like animals and itās bad to treat animals like humans.
Please please please stop trying to make comparisons of the two. No matter which way round youāre doing it. Itās always wrong.
Youāre writing PTSD dreams wrong
But donāt worry, most writers are and Iām here to help because reading them is making me cRAzY.
Iām writing this because Iāve read three otherwise great romance novels back to back featuring characters dealing with PTSD (or PTSD symptoms) and each one of them made the same dream mistakes. I honestly canāt think of a fiction book Iāve read that didnāt make these mistakes, so I thought Iād compile a handy dandy list of mistakes and how to fix them.Ā
Lucky for you, I have PTSD and a ton of fellow veteran friends who deal with these symptoms.Ā
*This is based on my experience and things told to me by friends. This is not to say that the below doesnāt happen in real life, only that itās not as common as you might think.
The issue with these dreams is twofold: on one side is the psychological accuracy of the dream and on the other side is how youāre using the dream within the narrative.
Oh an Black Sails spoilers-ish ahead.Ā
1) Stop writing the dream as a shot-by-shot accurate retelling of Traumatic Event.
Listen, not only do dreams seldom follow reality, but our own memories are tricky at best. I donāt remember getting beaten up because a) it was horrifying and we block stuff like that out and b) I was going in and out of consciousness. It would be pretty strange for me to dream something I donāt even fully remember. Our brains are simply not wired to do these vivid factually-accurate cinematic retellings.
My friend dreams things that did happen, but in his own words those dreams are always wrong in some noticeable or bizarre way. For instance, heās getting chased through the streets of Iraq by a werewolf.Ā
2) Dreams are informed by reality, not direct reflections of it.Ā
Itās entirely likely my friend dreamt of a werewolf in Iraq because I got him binge watching Supernatural and the two ideas merged in his dreamstate. But see, thatās how dreams work.Ā
The trauma event exists as a constant in his subconscious, but he has all this other information right there in his conscious mind all day, every day. In dreams, there isnāt a clear delineation between that information.
My dreams are often dependent on whatever Iāve fallen asleep watching on television. The themes are consistent, but not the content.
In Black Sails, Captain Flintās trauma dreams feature his dead partner and friend following him around his empty ship. You have an element of the trauma (the animated corpse of his friend) + his daily existence (his ship). The two things intersect to form these unsettling nightmares as expressions of his fears and grief. He never once relives the event itself in his dreams as shown on screen.
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3) Trauma dreams often revolve around feelings, not necessarily the events themselves.
The PTSD package generally includes heaps of shame, guilt, anger and fear. As someone who survived a beating when I should have had control of the situation, my dreams tend to revolve around fear that people will know Iām a fraud or being unable to act in a dangerous situation.Ā
Again, itās entirely common for trauma victims to not remember large chunks (or the whole thing) of the trauma event. So why should their dreams be stunningly accurate? What we remember are feelings. Real strong feelings.
You cannot go wrong if you write your trauma dream around feelings, not a specific event.
4) If you present trauma dreams as expressions of themes, you can let go of the trauma dream as an exposition dump/way overused suspense trope.
You know youāve read this: MC has dreams that are a shot-by-shot retelling of Traumatic Event that always cut off right before Traumatic Event, so that the Big Reveal must happen by a discovery later in the novel.Ā
If I were the MC in a book, the easy and common thing would be to use theĀ ādream sequenceā as an expository retelling of Traumatic Event as a way to give some backstory to why I might be surly, mistrustful, afraid to try something new, whatever, and to clumsily shoehorn in suspense where there doesnāt need to be.
The much more interesting thing might be if my dreams were inconsistent in content but consistent in theme. In one Iām on an alien planet (because I fell asleep watching the Science Channel again) and the ground opens up and I fall into a pit from which I canāt escape because I am helpless. In another a man is watching me while I sleep where I am again frozen and helpless. This would force the reader to think: what is the recurring issue in these dreams? Why is it important? What is this telling me about this character and what happened to her?Ā
It could be a personal preference, but Iād rather see the Traumatic Event either told in narrative flashbacks (not dreams) or verbally retold by the character in question. Let the dreams tell me something deeper about the character. Itās not that I was beat up, itās that I feel like a failure because of it. One of these things is a shallow factual detail, the other tells you something about me as a person that Iām sharing with you, gentle reader, because talking about this stuff is healthy.
5) The Traumatic Event doesnāt have to be a big secret.Ā
In Black Sails, we know what happened to Captain Flintās partner. It happened in real time in the show. That didnāt make his uber disturbing dreams less disturbing or mysterious. Fans still debate exactly what the symbolism was and what they were telling us about James Flint in those moments. We do know from the dreams that he was disturbed, obsessed, and also monumentally guilty and blaming himself for what happened.Ā
The mystery was perhaps more heightened by the fact that the dreams werenāt direct reflections of reality. We know who this person was, what she believed, and why she died. That Flint is imagining her screaming silently in his ear is horrifying and discordant with what we know to be factual. This adds emotional complexity to his character and the decisions heās making while suffering these dreams.Ā
^^^this didnāt happen. It was a dream. A real unsettling dream.
Once you let go of the concept of the trauma dream as a literal retelling and exposition dump, you have the entire dreamscape to work in other narrative elements, like symbolism, metaphor, foreshadowing, etc.Ā
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Can you imagine the lights going out and accidentally bumping into this door and hearing that shit?! My soul would vacate my body through my asshole
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i swear to god i just had to block like 5 fuckin people just now for reblogging this post but tagging itĀ āq slurā
if you donāt wanna say the word queer on your blog? Donāt reblog posts that use it.Ā MY IDENTITY IS NOT A GODDAMN FUCKING SLUR.
#imagine āāi identify as f-gāā
I mean, there are gay guys who identify as fags and lesbians who identify as dykes, I am one of them, fuck you and your goddamn respectability bullshit or whatever the hell this is.