Psychoanalysis

I've been spending a lot of time on that anime-related Discord server. Thanks to the server I've learned a bit more about psychology and social interaction. There are an alarming number of young people with serious depression and anxiety on that server. There are also a few surprisingly intelligent members with whom I've enjoyed discussion on the spiritual and metaphysical matters.

Started reading "Fear of Freedom" by Erich Fromm while commuting to work and back. Encountered a few synchronicities with the chats on the Discord server.

Something was out of the ordinary on Wednesday, starting from 2-3 PM. Felt a bit of unconditional love towards myself. I wondered if the mysterious girl from the bus stop had returned to Estonia.

Watched Dororo. The anime described the era of the Samurai and a bit of the witchcraft involved. "Remembered" things which I have not experienced in this lifetime.

Enjoyed lunch outdoors on a cloudy day. Colleagues were chatting about school buildings which were still under renovation, due to which some classes would probably take place outdoors. "Remembered" what school would be like in 2120 or so. I'm glad I didn't try to describe it. Would have earned a bunch of strange looks.

In the meantime I've had some interesting dreams, most of which I've already forgotten by now.

Dream: Not my baggage

A group of us were going somewhere with a bus. The bus stopped for a moment. I stepped out with some others. Soon after, people boarded the bus again but they left some of their baggage behind the door. I went to pick it up for them but the bus took off, leaving me behind.

So I just stood there with the baggage, waiting for any good ideas on what to do in such a situation. I thought I could just as well wait for the bus, knowing it would not return. A black man approached and shouted to me that it's not my baggage. While I knew it wasn't mine, I felt the responsibility to handle the baggage because there was nobody else around who would have done that.

Dream: Flying

A rather vivid dream of flying over a landscape and some buildings in a beautiful sunshine. I could fly high and fast enough for it to be enjoyable.

Dream: Grandpa

I was at the summerhouse but it looked and felt different from what it used to. For one, there were tank tracks just behind our stone fence. Grandpa told me that he would leave for a walk. I worked on something indoors. Eventually grandpa returned and described what he had seen. He described some kind of radars not too far from the place, and relayed their bands. While I had not seen grandpa in dreams for a while (and in prior dreams he never really talked), I did not really find radars to be interesting nor relevant enough.