It’s not unusual for me to have vivid dreams and nightmares but last night was one of its kind. I was on the iPad or computer messing around, and seeing a man with deformed hands like flippers, I clicked to get a better view, thinking he had been a Thalidomide baby. But when I did instead I created a creature, and this creature had the head and shoulders and torso of a boy, tiny dwarf legs, many arms, some sort of pendulum or tail, and in addition, reptilian hands/claws that were grooved with tiny sharp teeth like the creature in Alien. It was a terrifying dream and I couldn’t make sense of it until the morning when I realized it was anxiety over my son’s addiction to video games, which has essentially voided my ten-year old slightly autistic son of any desire to do anything else–his only other interest, by the way, is aliens. We took the games away, but it is entirely a nightmare.
Very sorry to hear about your son’s autism, anyone’s autism for that matter. It is a product of Pharma, vaccinations, Mengele medication. Best wishes for him and your family. We all have enough problems through life, why do we have to pay for more to be administered to our children?
As for the art, inspiration and its application comes in very many forms. Stay away from the Ambien. Try warm milk and oatmeal cookies at night, an age old treatment formerly used by people now’s ages old I hear. Never tried it myself.
We don’t have TV/cable at all, not because we are too religious to have it, per se, but because we find no value in it, especially for children. I think as a result our children have been some of the best behaved children in our circle (and I have been told so), not because we are strict disciplinarians but because they have not received terrible examples on TV. I never thought that the Internet would become such a bain as well, but video games, which can be highly addictive for children, are especially so for our son who relies on them as a “stim”/ self-“stim” as is known in autism, something that calms down the nervous system, as well as a visual stimulant, and something that requires no social contact, and has preset rules with no social ambiguity. Well who knows regarding autism and Mengele. I just read that Thalidomide was actually a product tested by the Nazis on concentration camp victims.
I have to agree with you about tv, your children are most fortunate. With the subject matter, characters, and flicker rate missed, your children should thank you. Of course, it must help you as well. We look at those from the age before electricity and wonder how the became so intelligent, but, perhaps they see us and are amazed that we are not more stupid.
are you sure they do not be really near you ?
That sounds like a pretty terrifying dream actually. I guess it reveals the extent to which your son’s diet of video games was concerning you. Kudos to you for having the self awareness to realise this!
Thanks, Tony. It was not easy. He says every day that we are ruining his life by not letting him use them but he could never brook time limits.
There were a number of thalidomides babies in England from the 60’s and 70’s so many in fact that disabled children were cruelly nicknamed Flids regardless of the nature of the disability…the nightmare sounds horrible but may serve a purpose…the unconscious can rpoint to a way to restore balance…you know me the good surrealist
That’s horrible. what a horrible name.
Sorry it is a horrible name, it shows how prevalent it was, a lot of the families settled a massive class action with the pharm. company.i did not mean to offend
You didn’t offend me personally. I mean, you didn’t come up with the name–you have nothing to apologize for.
I know but somehow just the fact that I can remember the word makes me feel guilty, I makes me feel sad just how thoughtless and cruel we can be, and I include myself in that damning assessment.
Everyone is guilty of this to some extent…for example when we were children and I was no exception. I remember a boy we all thought was “weird” who “drove” his pretend car to and from school up into middle school…until he took his own life. We didn’t understand that he was autistic probably and he was ostracized by the kids in general. And I was never mean to him but avoided him as well.
I know but why in this veil of tears do we torment which other so
I love it when you get poetic.
I’m a sensitive soul…sometimes…I am also quite complicated