So long Batman; farewell
Sometimes I have dreams and am forever perplexed as to what they actually mean and where they come from. I had one such dream around four or five years ago. In this dream, I was the son of none other than Batman. Although I wasn’t sure how, I became aware that Batman had died and I began to cry. I have experienced many dreams in which I am crying before, and they are usually very similar.
When Batman died I cried and I cried and I couldn’t stop. The feeling of crying was a strange sensation, because it was so real. I had no control over it and it took over my entire existence. It was as if I had been enveloped in the feelings of sadness that trigger crying and that are its very essence in the first place. The tears were streaming down my cheeks and they would not stop coming.
I suspect that these dreams of continuous crying must be related. Sometimes you just need a good cry, so maybe if you don’t cry enough in the real world your mind and body can achieve the same vent expulsion of emotion in a dream. The fact that I was Batman’s son only adds to the strangeness.
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