I hate you so much right now.hehehehe ^__^
You know, that happens to me periodically and I wonder when it will stop happening. I always dream that there was some class I forgot that I was enrolled in, and now the semester partway through and I'm in serious trouble.That is EXACTLY the sensation! Usually for me it's geography class, or some maths class I'm apparently supposed to be in.
I don't think those anxiety dreams will ever go away, since it's been a very loooooong time since I've done any maths or geography classes.
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lba's thing reminded me of how much I don't like knives, because slices and slashes in flesh are something I hate. I don't mind stabs, or cutting up hunks of meat, but a slice across skin is not cool. Not so bad for something dead, but still not cool. I hate it, get antsy, itchy, twitchy, and revolted at the thought or sight of it. But when it actually happens to me or someone else by accident I can shut that off completely, go stone cold calm and treat it perfectly without flinching or any hesitation. Which is useful.
But I still don't like knives (not butter knives) and have a compulsion to put them away properly whenever I see them lying about.- all cleaned up and safely back in their knife block, sheath, drawer or whatever.
So I don't like watching operations, and that scene in the famous surrealist film (can't recall what it's call? Cabinet of Dr Caligari?) where there's a close up of the guy slicing the woman's eyeball open with a razor blade is revolting.