The childhood home — one room where I grew up, and then the other room, once my brother’s, where I stayed with my own children for a time after my divorce.
Two kinds of shame: one as a child, and one as an adult. The shame of the adult takes an even tighter hold on the constraints of your manhood when it is shared with your own children. That differs from the shame you carry as a child yourself, growing up in the house of pain.
How you deal with the shame you feel depends a great deal on the audience around you.
Note
The trauma: CEN or childhood emotional neglect: CPTSD 
The father: authoritarian narcissistic
The mother: codependent, and lived in fear, but also looked away and did not protect
The ex-wife: also authoritarian with a need for control
In one room, you are the child
And in another room, you have your children who see 
Two rooms in the same bewilderment
The common denominator: me
The activities of a child versus 
The activities of a man
The comparison is poignant
But the shame still stands
I now understand my trauma
Unhealed wounds must be processed through connection
In silence, they fester unseen
So with this testimony, I raise my objection 
One shame is learned
One is self created
The burdens of inequity
When you point the finger at yourself – it’s related
The lessons of accountability
And the politics of shame
It’s extremely hard to point the finger
When the finger is pointed at your name
Oh how we justify
The economy of quid pro quo
Just what do we testify?
Sometimes, I don’t rightly know
Like sitting in your own church
Like sitting in your own pew
Just what will we receive?
Just what will we do? 
In childhood I learned to overthink
In adulthood, I did the same
I now try to integrate emotion 
The man, the boy, and the claim 
Over 50 years with living in silence
The reflection from the polished mirror, I am now me 
Cognitive Dissonance Inside a Lucid Dream A thought experiment from DCG ~ Close your eyes. You are asleep. You are dreaming. And you know it. The walls are soft. The rules are gone. No one is watching. Nothing you do here will follow you into the morning. Or will it? ~ In my waking life, I hold certain beliefs. I have written some of them down and numbered them. I call them life hacks. They are simple. They are mine. I live by them, or I try to. But what happens to a belief when you carry it into a place where it no longer seems to matter? That is the thought experiment. ~ Life hack #1 says: It’s easier to avoid temptation Than it is to resist it. Life hack #5 says: The more you tell the truth The easier it becomes. Awake, these two live together in peace. One tells me to step away from temptation. The other tells me that what I repeat, I become. Now take them into the dream. In a lucid dream, temptation does not wait at a distance. It stands in front of me. I cannot walk away from the room, because I am the room. Avoiding it is no longer possible in the usual way. So life hack #1 goes quiet. And life hack #5 begins to whisper something darker. If telling the truth gets easier each time, then what about everything else I repeat? If I give in once in a dream, knowing it is a dream, does it get easier the second time? The third? One belief says step away. The other says you become what you rehearse. In the dream, I cannot step away. So what am I rehearsing? ~ Here is the question underneath all of it. If I know it is only a dream, is there any penalty? No one is harmed. Nothing is broken. I wake up and the world is exactly as I left it. And yet, I chose. I was awake inside the sleep. I knew my beliefs, and I set them down, just to feel what it would be like. Is that a sin? Or is it only a picture of one? ~ The other life hacks do not stay silent either. Life hack #2 asks what I would find if I looked into my own heart. What was the true intent behind the choice? In a lucid dream, intent is all there is. Life hack #6 warns that avoiding, done as a habit, can leave you always lost. Is calling it “just a dream” its own kind of avoiding? Life hack #7 says what we run from pursues us, and what we face transforms us. Was the dream a place where I faced something? Or a place where I ran toward it? Life hack #8 says the strength of your faith and the error of your convictions will entangle. Is that not exactly what happens here? The belief and the betrayal, tied together in the same moment. And life hack #10 reminds me that the water never changed. Only the room. If I am the water, does it matter what room I am poured into? Or does the water remember every room it has been in? ~ I do not have the answer. I am not sure there is one. But I keep coming back to a few simple questions. If I would not do it awake, why do I want to do it asleep? If it means nothing, why do I feel it? If I do it once to know the feeling, will I do it again to keep the feeling? And if a pattern forms in the place where no one sees, is it still only a dream? Or is it a practice? ~ Maybe the dream is harmless. Maybe it is a rehearsal. Maybe it is a mirror, showing me what I would do if the consequences disappeared. Maybe that is the most honest place I will ever stand. ~ Close your eyes again. You are dreaming. You know it. The temptation is right there. What do you do? And who are you when you wake up? … DCG
Life Hacks, #1 to #11
Life hack #1: “It’s easier to avoid temptation / Then it is to resist it.” (unknown)
Life hack #2: “If you can look into the heart / What would you find? / The true motivation / What you have behind the mind? / If we do not mark our path / With our true intent / What then guides us? / In our true consent?” (DCG)[thundergodblog]
Life hack number three: “To heal a heart and soul / You must reveal the heart and soul / Always consider forgiveness / Only we control what we console.” (DCG)
Life hack #4: “To forgive is not for the ‘sole sake’ of relieving another of their guilt, but rather for the ‘sake of the soul’ that had been perpetrated upon!” (DC Gunnersen)[thundergodblog]
Life hack #5: “The more you tell the truth / The easier it becomes.” (DCG)
Life hack #6: “Ignoring, or avoiding is a pernicious kind of sloth / If it becomes a habit / You might always be lost.” (DCG)
Life hack #7: “What we run from pursues us / And what we face transforms us.” (unknown)[thundergodblog]
Life hack #8: “The strength of your faith / And the error of your convictions will entangle.” (unknown)[thundergodblog]
Life hack #9: “Be the reason / Someone has a better day.” (unknown)[thundergodblog]
Life hack #10, “The Water Never Changed”: A bottle of water costs $1 at the corner store and $6 on a plane, but the water is the same. “Nothing about the water was ever the problem. / Only the room it was standing in.” Your worth doesn’t change with the setting.
Life hack #11: “Every day, you have two choices: to focus on what’s wrong, or to embrace what’s right. Choose gratitude. Choose joy. Choose to see the beauty in the little things…” (anonymous)[thundergodblog] The post for #1 on the site is dated August 11, 2026, even though #2 is from October 2025. It may have been reposted.
My Hacks and the Dream Experiment My question: if you know you’re dreaming and still choose to sin, does that corrupt you? My own hacks mostly say yes, but only a little. What matters is the choice you make while aware, not the fact that it happened in a dream. • Awareness makes it a choice (#2, #8). In a normal dream, things just happen to you. In a lucid dream you’re aware, so choosing the act is an “intent” in the sense of #2. #8 fits too: your faith and the conviction you’re breaking get tangled together. That tangle is the cognitive dissonance i’m describing. • Repetition builds habit (#1, #5, #6). #5 says truth gets easier the more you tell it. The reverse would also be true: an act gets easier the more you rehearse it. #6 says a repeated habit can leave you “always lost.” #1 says avoiding temptation is easier than resisting it. Practicing the act in a dream wears down the avoiding, so waking life would take more resisting. • Running from it vs. facing it (#7). This hack leaves room for a different answer. If you use the dream to face a temptation and understand it, it could change you for the better. If you use it to indulge the temptation, it’s the thing you run from, and #7 says that pursues you. • The counterweight (#3, #4, #10). #10 says the water never changed, only the room. A dream is just a different room, so your core self is still there. #3 and #4 say it can be fixed: be honest about it and forgive yourself. In their terms, that’s “reveal the heart” and “the sake of the soul.” • #11 suggests a way to aim your lucidity: use your awareness to practice what’s right instead of what’s wrong. A possible conclusion: a dream doesn’t corrupt you, but deliberately choosing something in a dream and doing it again and again can wear down a belief, the same way a waking habit does. My  hacks point to three stages:
The dissonance: #8
The wearing down through habit: #1, #5, #6
The way back: #3, #4, #7, #10 This connects to real research. People practice skills in lucid dreams, and imagined rehearsal can shape how you act. Dream ethics, including Augustine’s worries about what he did in dreams,
Why do I walk the mesa late at night, beneath the bell tower’s arch of sun-bleached stone? Why does the old campus glow so bright for one who walked away from it alone? I left my home at seventeen, so young, and paid my way with every dollar earned. Who heard the quiet hope upon my tongue each night I studied while the lamp still burned? Why is there always one more class to find, a room I cannot reach, a door that’s locked? Why does the schedule blur inside my mind while minutes slip away upon the clock? Psychology, philosophy, two roads I traveled far but never saw them end. Three classes short. Who measures all the loads a working heart must carry, lift, and tend? I married, and I worked for forty-one long years, and gave the best of what I had. So why, when all those working days are done, does one unfinished piece still make me sad? Is this the reason that the dream returns? Does painful truth play hide-and-seek at night, and wait behind the library till it learns I’m strong enough to face it in the light? And if I face it, what else might I find? That no diploma measures who I’ve grown? That every lesson life has left behind has taught me more than any class I’ve known? The past is history, so let it be. The future is a mystery, still unknown. But now, this very moment, sets me free, a gift we call the present, all our own. So if a dream keeps calling you by name, what hallway, what closed door, waits there for you? Perhaps it doesn’t come to bring you shame, but just to walk you home, whole, and new.
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DCG
“If you don’t heal what hurt you, you’ll bleed on people who didn’t cut you.”
— unknown 
This was the dream. I woke up on the San Diego State University campus, wearing a very plush San Diego State letterman jacket, which I have owned in the past. I was surrounded by people, many of whom were from where I worked. The people I had my career with showed up throughout the dream, even though many of them did not attend San Diego State. We were sectioned off, almost as if we had been told to serve the campus community for some unknown reason. We were grouped together in square formations, almost like attendance lineups, or even in classrooms. I walked around and saw people from my job. I didn’t know why they were there too, because many of them did not go to the same school I did.
This dream, in some form, keeps coming back: me on the campus of San Diego State University.
Transcription “Here is the twist. I was three classes shy of getting my degrees at San Diego State University. One in psychology and one in philosophy.” Annotation: the two degrees would have been a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology and a Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy. A Revelation I left home at 17 and paid my own way through San Diego State University. I studied toward a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology and a Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy while working full-time. I always meant to finish. But marriage and work took priority, and I spent 41 years with my employer. I ended up three classes short of both degrees, and not finishing those classes is my biggest regret. My education has always mattered deeply to me. That may be why the same dreams keep coming back. I think they may be my mind returning to the one important thing I never finished the way I wanted to. This isn’t a failure. It shows how much I still value what I worked so hard for.
The body holds its own accounting A ledger written in the chest, A tightness where the words fall silent, A weight that will not let me rest
What wounds the most is often absent, Not the blow, but what was never there, The comfort missing from the doorway, The empty space of unmet care
A child will trade away the feeling To keep the bond that keeps him fed, Authenticity for attachment, A quiet bargain in his head.
So I learned to think instead of feeling, To analyze and not to weep, Assembled reason like a fortress, And buried sorrow in the keep.
But thought without the heart is exile, And feeling without thought, a flood; The mind must learn to hear the body, The pulse, the breath, the rush of blood.
So I return to meet the younger, The one who stood beside the wall, And name the ache he could not utter, And answer, finally, his call.
To face the shadow is not surrender, But gathering what was cast aside; The anger I was taught to swallow Becomes the strength I need not hide.
Responsibility becomes the medicine, To carry what I did not choose, To bear the load and find the meaning Within the things I feared to lose.
Compassion, then, is not indulgence, But curiosity made kind, A question asked without a verdict, A gentle light within the mind.
The fence I built becomes a garden, With gates I open and I close; Not every soul will find the entrance, But those who do, the heart well knows.
So in the sanitarium of my mind, I convalesce, but not alone; The thinking and the feeling marry, And I, at last, am coming home.
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DCG
If every lock opened with every key, keys would become useless. People work the same way. You aren’t meant to connect with everyone. The people worth keeping are the ones your personality was meant to unlock. Because your job isn’t to open every door, it’s to find the ones you were made for.
Why do I keep returning to the door I learned to fear before I learned my name? What am I hoping to find beneath the floor? Why does each poem go back there just the same? Jung called it shadow: what we push away. Is mine the anger I was taught to hide? If I invite it in, what will it say? And can I hear it without taking its side? I wrote of learning silence in a house. Did silence keep me safe, or leave me small? Do I still go quiet as a mouse When no one here is angry after all? I wrote of wearing calmness like a coat. Who taught me how to fasten every seam? When hurt comes near, why do I clear my throat And speak as though I’m safely in a dream? Why does my pride arrive prepared for court With every slight arranged to make its case? What does it guard when it cuts kindness short? What fear is hiding underneath its face? I wrote that thought could make a fortress last. Was learning then a shelter from the pain? When I explain each detail of the past, Why does my heart still walk into the rain? I studied how a person comes to be, The mind, the soul, the habits we repeat. Did all those years of study help me see, Or keep me from the feeling at my feet? Jung listened for the parts a life concealed. Do I keep hearing them beneath my page? Is there a grief I’ve carefully not revealed, Or fear I’ve called good sense for half an age? Why do I read a silence as a sign? Why do I search a face for coming rain? Whose old voice sounds so much like mine When I tell myself I must endure the pain? What do I make of that boy on the field, Still waiting for somebody to draw near? What did he learn when no one asked him how he’d healed? Why does his silence still live in me here? I speak of love, then turn and guard the gate. I ask for closeness, then prepare to flee. Is this the shadow Jung asked us to face: The frightened part I will not let be me? And what of all the good I set aside? The softer self I feared the world would bruise? Is there a gentleness I learned to hide Because I thought that I would have to choose? Would Dostoevsky’s man beneath the ground Know why I argue with myself at night? Do I build proofs where no proof can be found So I can say I’m right instead of frightened? Why does this question follow all I write? Has something pressed its shape into my soul? If I can name the thing and bring it light, Must I still feel it to become more whole? I think of Maslow and the life I sought. Is growing more than reaching some clear height? If all I’ve done is learn to master thought, Who holds the hurt I keep outside my sight? Am I, like Jung, pursuing what I miss When I mistake the mask for all I am? Can I hold both the wound and joy in this, And stop condemning one to save the man? I almost sign this page, then change my mind. Must I give strangers every private name? Can I leave those I love and hurt behind The curtain, yet speak plainly of my shame? Can I ask the question without scorn? Can I meet the boy and not demand his proof? What part of me was waiting to be born While I stood outside myself beneath the roof? Please help me understand what’s going on inside. Not just the story, but the ache beneath. Can I sit with what I used to hide And let a feeling pass without a speech? I think I’m on a path that Jung once knew: To meet the hidden self, not win a fight. My steps are mine; his questions help me through. Could I be growing whole by facing night?
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DCG
“The most self-aware person in the room is often hiding the deepest pain. People who were emotionally neglected as children become the biggest intellectualizers in therapy and the healing journey. They get stuck overanalyzing over and over, but terrified of feeling anything in their body. They might walk into a therapist’s office and get told, ‘Wow, you’re so self-aware. Seems like you got it all figured out.’ But instead of relief and validation, they feel hollow instead, because what’s actually happening is a defense. It’s the suppression of the grief, the anger, the shame, the anxiety that never got to cycle through to actually release. You see, a child’s first instinct when they are neglected is to cry out for help, to reach for connection. But when that call keeps getting ignored, they learn something else instead: that their cries don’t work. And so they go into the prison of their mind instead. They suppress the feeling, they disconnect, dissociate, and intellect becomes the only safe place left. And it sure fools everyone, including themselves. But what’s underneath is a nervous system that actually collapsed. It’s the belief that feeling emotions puts them in a helpless and hopeless situation. The intellectualization isn’t really making them smarter. It’s just trauma that’s still in control, and it costs them dearly: relationships that never really feel safe, a body that never gets to relax and loosen up, years—maybe even decades—understanding themselves so perfectly while nothing actually changes underneath. But eventually, like all coping mechanisms, it starts to break at the seams: random bouts of crying, reactivity that they can’t explain, numbing out, avoiding hard conversations, or having hard conversations that immediately turn into explosions. Now, if this is you and you want to get out of this, you have to go beyond the mind, and that’s a journey into the body, into the nervous system, into the parts that you never got to develop. So one quick move that you can do the next time that feelings come up inside you is to place a hand—a soft hand—on where you notice it in your body. And there’s a lot of science backing this up now: just stay with it for at least 60 seconds and ride it out. Let the feeling happen. Short window, but big impact. You might find out that you actually move through the feeling and get to the other side without having to suppress and overthink. — mindfulness 
A hypothesis on waking reflection, trauma patterns, and the possibility of becoming
Prologue: The Work of Looking Again This is not an argument that dreams are prophecy, coded instruction, or a perfectly accurate archive of childhood. It is a more modest—and perhaps more useful—hypothesis: when we examine dreams in waking life, we may find a temporary clearing in which old emotional patterns become visible. For a person shaped by developmental trauma, the past does not always remain in the past. It can persist as an automatic orientation toward danger, abandonment, shame, appeasement, isolation, or self-erasure. These patterns may have begun as intelligent adaptations: a child’s effort to preserve safety, attachment, or emotional survival when there was not enough protection, explanation, or comfort available. The problem is not that the child adapted. The problem is that the adaptation can continue long after the original danger has passed. Gabor Maté’s formulation is useful here: trauma is not only the event; it is also the wound that forms within a person as a result of what happened. In childhood, this inner wound may deepen when difficult experiences must be endured without a dependable adult to help name what occurred, regulate overwhelming feeling, or restore a sense of safety.[cbc] Dreams may not give us a literal replay of the past, yet they can present its emotional architecture. A dream may place us in an unfamiliar house, a lost city, a crowd, a classroom, a family gathering, an impossible journey, or a relationship that never existed exactly as shown. But beneath the altered scenery, a recognizable pattern can emerge: I am alone again. I cannot speak. I must rescue someone. I will be punished for being seen. I cannot get home. I must work harder to be loved. The hypothesis explored here is that writing down and reflecting upon such dreams can make these patterns more available to conscious thought. The dream becomes less a verdict and more a scene for inquiry. Rather than asking, “What does this dream prove?” we might ask, “What old emotional rule is appearing here, and does it still have to govern my life?” This approach is not a replacement for trauma-informed therapy, medical care, or sleep treatment. It is a personal testimony and a perspective open to examination. For me, DC Gunnersen, the practice has offered a way to meet old material at a distance—not to deny it, not to dramatize it, but to look again, with more adult capacity, more language, and more choice than I had when the original experiences occurred. A Waking Study of Dreams I have lived with the reverberations of childhood trauma and what is often called complex post-traumatic stress. I have known how the past can become a hidden operating system: working underneath ordinary life, shaping expectations, reactions, attachments, fears, and the instinct to abandon oneself before anyone else has the chance. For years, some of these patterns were not fully visible to me in daylight. They arrived as reactions before they arrived as thoughts. A moment of silence from another person could feel like rejection. A disagreement could feel like danger. A need could feel like a burden. A private shame could masquerade as a moral obligation to remain quiet, useful, agreeable, and unseen. Then dreams began to offer another kind of encounter. I have used methylene blue for several years and have noticed unusually vivid dreams, often remembered in striking detail upon waking. I do not offer this as evidence that methylene blue is a treatment for trauma, or as a recommendation for anyone to use it. It is not. In particular, methylene blue can interact dangerously with serotonergic medications and substances, and should be reviewed with a prescribing clinician or pharmacist who knows a person’s complete medication and supplement list.[fda +1] But the vividness itself led me toward a practice: I began to record dreams, sit with their emotional atmosphere, and ask what old pattern might be moving through a new story. The important insight was not that every image possessed a fixed symbolic definition. A locked door is not always “about” one thing. A childhood home is not necessarily a recovered factual memory. A threatening stranger may not stand for one identifiable person. Dreams can be strange, composite, theatrical, and irrational. Yet their emotional movement can still be instructive. A person may dream of being late, but the deeper experience is terror at disappointing someone. One may dream of losing a way home, while the living theme is disorientation after years of emotional neglect. One may dream of trying to speak but having no voice, and recognize an old learned rule: My truth creates trouble. My needs cannot be safely heard. The waking examination of a dream can therefore become an exercise in compassionate pattern recognition. It may allow a person to notice the difference between an old survival expectation and a present reality. That difference matters. What Evidence Supports There is evidence for the broader claim that sleep, especially REM sleep, is involved in emotional-memory processing. Researchers have linked REM sleep with the processing of emotional and fear-related memories, while PTSD is associated with disturbing dreams, recurrent nightmares, and disrupted sleep processes. This does not prove that every dream reveals a hidden personal truth. It does suggest that dreams can be connected to the emotional material the brain and nervous system are working with.[nih +1] There is also evidence that deliberately engaging dream imagery while awake can help some people with trauma-related nightmares. The clearest example is Imagery Rehearsal Therapy—also called nightmare rescripting. In this structured cognitive-behavioral approach, a person identifies a recurring distressing dream, changes the storyline into a less threatening or more empowered version, and rehearses the revised imagery during waking hours. The American Academy of Sleep Medicine identifies imagery rehearsal therapy as the recommended treatment for nightmare disorder and PTSD-associated nightmares.[va +1] Research does not promise identical results for everyone. Some studies find meaningful improvement in nightmare frequency, distress, sleep quality, and PTSD symptoms; others find smaller or mixed outcomes, especially among people with severe, chronic PTSD. That uncertainty is important. The responsible conclusion is not that dreamwork cures trauma. It is that intentional, supported work with dream imagery can be beneficial for some people and deserves serious consideration.[pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih +2] This matters because it validates a modest version of what I have experienced: a dream need not be obeyed, feared, or decoded as a supernatural message in order to become useful. It can be observed, written down, felt, questioned, reframed, and placed beside present-day life. The potential benefit lies in turning an automatic experience into a conscious inquiry. The Hypothesis of Reorientation My working hypothesis is simple:
When a dream repeats an old emotional pattern in a new situation, waking reflection may help a person identify the pattern, separate past conditioning from present reality, and choose a less self-destructive response.
This is not an invitation to overinterpret every dream. It is an invitation to listen for emotional repetitions. The questions that have helped me are uncomplicated: • What was I trying to do in the dream? • What feeling governed the scene? • What did I fear would happen? • What did I believe I had to do to remain safe, loved, or acceptable? • Where does this same rule appear in my waking relationships? • What would I want the adult self to offer the younger self who learned that rule? • What one present action would express a different understanding? The purpose is not to blame oneself for childhood adaptation. A child who becomes vigilant, pleasing, silent, detached, or excessively responsible is trying to survive emotionally. Such patterns deserve respect before they can change. But survival is not the same as freedom. The dream can become a private theater where the old rule is exposed: the need to appease, the fear of abandonment, the belief that love must be earned, the habit of disappearing before one’s needs become inconvenient. In waking life, one may then begin to build a different response: a boundary, a request, a pause, an act of self-trust, a refusal to chase what repeatedly wounds. For me, this is not merely dream interpretation. It is a form of reorientation. It is the slow recovery of an inner persona that was kept trapped—not because it lacked worth, but because it lacked enough room, witness, safety, and language to process what had happened. The work is to meet that former self with a mind that can now understand more, forgive more carefully, and live with greater authority. Perhaps that is what healing sometimes is: not erasing the past, but refusing to let its old instructions remain the sole author of the future.
A Poem: “The Dream Asks Again”
What enters when the daylight thins, And draws the old rooms into view? A child still listening within, To learn what fear once taught was true. Why does the hallway have no end, Why do I search for keys at night? What broken message did I send, To make myself become so slight? A face appears, then fades away, A door is shut without a sound; Did I believe I had to stay, Where love was never safely found? I wake and ask the dream its name, Not as a prophet or a judge; Perhaps it holds an older flame, That asks my heart to shift and budge. What rule was written in my chest, When no one helped me bear the storm? Must I still fail the secret test, Or can I give my life new form? The dream is not a map of fact, Nor proof of every wound I knew; It is a stage where shadows act, And show what old alarms still do. Can I look back without retreat, And name the fear without its reign? Can I stand calmly on my feet, And let the past unclose its chain? I was not made to always hide, Or beg for warmth I could not claim; The child I was still lives inside, But need not carry all the blame. So let the dream return at dawn, With questions I can meet awake; From what was lost, a self is drawn, And wiser roads are mine to make.
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DCG
A Perspective, Not a Prescription This essay offers a hypothesis rooted in personal experience, established trauma concepts, and limited but meaningful evidence from nightmare-focused therapies. It does not claim that all dreams are therapeutic, that all trauma can be resolved through dream reflection, or that anyone should force themselves into distressing material alone. If dreams are recurrent, terrifying, sleep-disrupting, or accompanied by worsening anxiety, dissociation, depression, self-harm thoughts, substance escalation, or physical dream-enactment, professional support is warranted. A trauma-informed therapist, particularly one familiar with PTSD, CPTSD, nightmares, and imagery rehearsal therapy, can help make dream exploration safer and more structured. Still, I believe there is a possibility worth considering. For those of us who have spent years governed by unnamed patterns, the dream may offer a strange but usable gift: an image of the internal life that ordinary consciousness has learned to avoid. If we meet it gently in the morning—without superstition, without certainty, without self-condemnation—it may help us see what we have been carrying. And once seen, what was automatic may become discussable. What becomes discussable may become understandable. What becomes understandable may, little by little, become changeable.
Sources and Further Reading The following sources support the limited claims made in this essay: that sleep and dreaming are connected to emotional-memory processing; that trauma-related nightmares can reflect ongoing distress; and that structured waking work with nightmare imagery—especially Imagery Rehearsal Therapy—has evidence of benefit for some people. They do not establish that every dream has a fixed meaning or that dream reflection alone resolves trauma.
Morgenthaler, Timothy I., et al. “Position Paper for the Treatment of Nightmare Disorder in Adults: An American Academy of Sleep Medicine Position Paper.” Journal of Clinical Sleep Medicine, vol. 14, no. 6, 2018, pp. 1041–1055. The American Academy of Sleep Medicine recommends Imagery Rehearsal Therapy for nightmare disorder and PTSD-associated nightmares. IRT involves revising a nightmare’s imagery while awake and rehearsing the revised version.[pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih +1]
American Academy of Sleep Medicine. “New Position Paper Recommends Treatment Options for Adult Nightmare Disorder.” 14 June 2018. A plain-language summary of the AASM position paper, including its recommendation of Imagery Rehearsal Therapy for nightmares associated with PTSD and nightmare disorder.[aasm]
U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs, National Center for PTSD. “Sleep Problems in Veterans with PTSD.” Explains that Imagery Rehearsal Therapy, also called nightmare rescripting, involves changing the content of a recurring nightmare to make it less intense or distressing. The VA notes positive civilian trials while also acknowledging that results have been mixed in some veteran populations.[ptsd.va]
Bishop, Thomas M., et al. “A Retrospective Pilot Study of Imagery Rehearsal Therapy for Trauma-Related Nightmares.” Journal of Clinical Medicine, 2023. Reports preliminary evidence that a modified, single-session imagery-rehearsal intervention reduced nightmare frequency and intensity, nightmare-related distress, and PTSD symptoms in a veteran sample. As a pilot and retrospective study, its findings should be treated as promising rather than conclusive.[ncbi.nlm.nih]
Casement, M. D., and L. M. Swanson. “A Meta-analysis of Imagery Rehearsal for Post-trauma Nightmares: Effects on Nightmare Frequency, Sleep Quality, and Posttraumatic Stress.” Clinical Psychology Review, vol. 32, no. 6, 2012, pp. 566–574. A meta-analysis finding that imagery rehearsal was associated with substantial improvements in nightmare frequency, sleep quality, and PTSD symptoms, with benefits reported at follow-up.[nih]
Hutchison, I. Claire, and colleagues. “Emotional Memory Processing During REM Sleep With Implications for PTSD.” Frontiers in Psychiatry, 2023. Reviews evidence that REM sleep plays a role in emotional and fear-memory processing and discusses how PTSD can involve recurring, emotionally charged dreams and disturbed sleep processes.[nih]
Walker, Matthew P., and Robert Stickgold. “Sleep and Emotional Memory Processing.” Sleep Medicine Clinics, 2011. Reviews research connecting sleep with the processing and consolidation of emotional memories. This research supports the general proposition that sleep can be relevant to emotional processing; it does not assign a fixed meaning to an individual dream.[nih]
Maté, Gabor. The Myth of Normal: Trauma, Illness, and Healing in a Toxic Culture. Avery, 2022. Maté’s central formulation—“Trauma is not what happens to you; trauma is what happens inside you as a result of what happens to you”—helps frame trauma as an enduring internal adaptation, not merely a past event.[cbc]
Herman, Judith L. Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence—From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror. Basic Books, revised edition, 2015. A foundational account of trauma recovery centered on safety, remembrance and mourning, and reconnection. Useful background for understanding why paced reflection and supportive relationships matter in recovery.
van der Kolk, Bessel. The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma. Viking, 2014. Explores how trauma can shape bodily alarm, memory, emotion, and relational patterns, and discusses approaches to restoring present-day agency.
Fisher, Janina. Healing the Fragmented Selves of Trauma Survivors: Overcoming Internal Self-Alienation. Routledge, 2017. A practical, trauma-informed account of understanding entrenched reactions as protective survival responses rather than character defects.
Hartmann, Ernest. Dreams and Nightmares: The New Theory on the Origin and Meaning of Dreams. Plenum Press, 1998. Hartmann’s work is especially relevant to the idea that dreams may represent emotional concerns through images and metaphors rather than through literal replays of experience.
Hill, Clara E. Dream Work in Therapy: Facilitating Exploration, Insight, and Action. American Psychological Association, 1996. Presents an integrative model for working with dreams in psychotherapy through exploration, insight, and practical waking-life action. The approach emphasizes the dreamer’s own associations rather than an authority imposing a universal symbolic interpretation.[marquette]
Ullman, Montague, and Nan Zimmerman. Working with Dreams. Delacorte Press, 1979. A classic collaborative method of dream exploration that treats the dreamer as the final authority on a dream’s personal meaning.
U.S. Food and Drug Administration. PROVAYBLUE (Methylene Blue) Injection: Prescribing Information. Revised 2024. Included solely for the medication-safety note in this essay. FDA labeling warns that methylene blue may cause serious or fatal serotonin syndrome when used with serotonergic drugs or certain opioids. Any use of methylene blue should be reviewed with a qualified clinician or pharmacist who has a complete list of medications, supplements, and substances used.[fda +1]
Note to readers: This essay is a personal reflection and a hypothesis, not medical or mental-health advice. Dreams do not provide a certain diagnosis, recovered factual history, or one universal meaning. Anyone experiencing recurrent nightmares, severe distress, disrupted sleep, dissociation, or worsening trauma symptoms should consider working with a licensed, trauma-informed mental-health professional or sleep specialist.
When your pride has a really convincing argument 
When pride prepares its courtroom case, It wears a thoughtful, solemn face, It says, “Be strong; do not confess,” Then calls its hiding “self-respect.” It brings the evidence of pain, And makes each old wound speak again, It says, “You owe them not one word,” As if a silence makes us heard. “What if I yield?” the proud heart cries, “Will weakness bloom before their eyes?” It builds a wall, then names it grace, And wonders why love leaves the place. The mind becomes a clever clerk, Explaining every shadowed work, It writes, “I had no choice at all,” While pride stands smiling by the wall. It says, “My anger keeps me whole,” Though anger rents the hidden soul, It calls revenge a moral light, Then trips alone each lonely night. What if the argument is true, But truth is only partly through? A fact can be a polished blade, Used to defend the mask we made. We call it principle, not fear, We call it strength to disappear, We call the locked and bolted door, A boundary no one may explore. How grand the foolish royal mind, That crowns itself both judge and kind, It burns the bridge, declares it wise, Then mourns the river’s widening size. The better self asks, “Can you see That pride is not integrity?” Wisdom does not ask us to bend, But asks what wound we will defend. So let the heart question its plea, Before it makes a throne of me, For pride may win its grand debate, And find itself alone—too late.
I was a child who learned to read a room, to hear a door and know which way to turn. I made myself small enough for the gloom, and called it love, because I had to learn. Nobody struck a match, no headline came, no siren marked the night my trust grew thin. The wound was quiet, it never took a name — it did not happen to me, but within. So I grew clever in the art of gone: I turned the world to static, soft and gray. When I could not fight back, I carried on by leaving while my body had to stay. That trick was meant to last a single year, a borrowed coat to wear until the spring. But coats grow into skin when worn in fear, and what began a state became a thing. They cut the mind from body in their books, and filed my aching under nothing found. But flesh remembers everything it took, and hearts keep time with every slamming sound. One shout, one raised hand — watch how fast I change: the stomach stops, the blood runs to the hand. And know this runs all day, quiet and strange, in rooms no careful doctor understands. I used to think my troubles came by chance, a run of weather, luck that wouldn’t hold. But every wall was there to break the trance, and every ache was something being told. The part of me that loved me most of all had built those roadblocks so that I would see. It did not come to watch me rise or fall — it came to walk me back, at last, to me. So if you read this wearing borrowed walls, know nothing in you broke that can’t be known. The coping kept you breathing through the halls — you may set it down now. You are not alone. … DCG
In the realm of child development, I just wish we’d actually looked at the evidence. But we don’t. I was in family practice for 32 years — 12 of them with hardcore drug addicts, the other 20 in a straightforward family practice. And in those years I found that the people who got sick and didn’t get sick had certain patterns. There’s one major source of illness, and I’m talking about any kind of illness, whether that’s so-called mental illness or physical illness. And that’s childhood trauma. Trauma is what happens inside you as a result of what happens to you. And things can happen inside you for which you don’t need very dramatic events.
Growing scientific evidence demonstrates that social and physical environments that threaten human development — because of scarcity, stress, or instability — can lead to short-term physiologic and psychological adjustments that are necessary for immediate survival and adaptation, but which may come at a significant cost to long-term outcomes in learning, behavior, health, and longevity. Because those early coping patterns — here’s the problem with them: they’re meant to be temporary states. If you’re familiar with my idea about ADHD, which I’ve been diagnosed with, it’s a coping mechanism of young infants. When there’s stress around them and they can’t escape, fight back, or change the situation, they tune out as a way of coping. But then it gets wired into the brain, and now it goes from a temporary state, which it’s meant to be, to a long-term trait. There’s nothing wrong with her coping that way if she could drop it once she no longer needed to be that way. But of course, that’s not how it works. These coping mechanisms are unconscious. Therefore they’re not chosen deliberately, therefore they cannot be released deliberately either. We’re not even aware of them. The reason these patterns make you ill is because it turns out that, as traditional medicinal practices have always known, you can’t actually separate the mind from the body. Except in medical school. But not in real life.
Now, Western medicine looks at disease from a particular perspective. And you have to understand something about medicine. It’s science, alright, but it’s also ideology. Now, there’s a difference between science and ideology. An ideology is a worldview that you’re not conscious of, where you have hidden beliefs that you don’t question. And that exists in all realms — whether it’s science, or politics, or history, or economics, or any field of human thought or investigation. So there’s always ideological biases hidden in any system.
Now, what are the biases of Western medicine? Well, the hidden biases are, number one, that diseases have either physical causes in the sense of genes, or external forces like bacteria or viruses or toxins — or the disease is what we call idiopathic, we don’t know what the cause of it is. The first bias is that causes are purely physical. The second bias is that diseases happen to organs. So you have heart disease, and you have lung disease, and you have diseases of connective tissue or the liver or whatever. And then there are specialties designated to study in depth the diseases of these organs. So we separate the organ from the whole person. We might acknowledge the role of the physical environment, but we certainly don’t acknowledge the role of the social environment. So, I could clearly and trivially change your physiology in a split second. I simply would have to utter a piercing, blood-curdling scream and brandish a weapon at you. And your physiology would change like that. Your hormonal glands would start behaving differently, your intestines would stop digesting, more blood would flow to your muscles, and you’d be ready for flight or fight.
Now that’s an obvious example where the emotion changes the physiology in a split second. Well, guess what — that goes on 24/7. So that interaction between the physiology and the emotions is constant. It’s just that for the most part we’re not aware of it unless it’s dramatic. In general, the role of the emotions is to invite in what is nurturing and welcome and healthy, and to keep out that which is unwelcome, dangerous, and toxic. So with some people, some of the time, we will invite even greater proximity. And others, we would never want to be anywhere close to them. That’s the job of our emotions — to maintain those boundaries. Your conflicts, all the difficult things, the problematic situations in your life are not chance or haphazard. They’re specifically yours, designed specifically for you by a part of you that loves you more than anything else. The part of you that loves you more than anything else has created roadblocks to lead you to yourself. We can look at psychological problems, relationship conflicts, and illness as just problems to get rid of. Or we could look upon them as opportunities for learning and development and growth. You don’t say to somebody just diagnosed with cancer, “Hey, great, this is a great teaching moment.” But if somebody wants to learn, if they start asking why, it’s a powerful teacher. And contrary to what my profession believes — that these diseases have a life of their own, separate from the individual — they don’t. They’re processes inside people, and the people have the response-ability to affect those processes once they get it and they drop the automatic patterns that have been driving them.
The material argues that dreams feel real because the brain is always constructing a workable world from incomplete signals. In sleep, especially REM, the usual reality-checking systems loosen while emotion remains vivid; the mind can therefore accept impossible scenes without protest. Yet waking perception is also constructed: the brain fills visual gaps, filters what it judges irrelevant, and continually predicts what the world must be like. Dreams are not simply mental errors; they reveal the imaginative, interpretive machinery that makes all experience possible.
Chung Tzu’s butterfly dream adds a philosophical humility to that neuroscience. The question is not merely whether life is “really” a dream, but whether the self and its present viewpoint deserve the absolute certainty we give them. The human being and the butterfly are different, but both belong to the ongoing transformation of things. For my  perspective, this need not make life empty or unreal. It can make us gentler: fragile minds make meaning in darkness, and humility, attention, compassion, courage, and the willingness to begin again are wiser than shallow certainty.
The Butterfly’s Fact-Checker
At three a.m., the heart wakes hard, A room turns strange, the shadows start; A dream has dealt its hidden card, And fear arrives before the heart. The hallway changes without a door, The child returns, though years are gone; We do not ask what came before, We walk through darkness, moving on. Behind the forehead, reason keeps A small lamp burning through the day; But in the deep and tidal sleeps, That careful lamp is turned away. The judge goes home, the fear stays near, The amygdala keeps watchful flame; The impossible becomes sincere, And every phantom knows our name. Yet waking eyes are not so clear, They fill the gaps they cannot see; They miss the gorilla passing near, Then call their picture certainty. The brain is sealed in bone and night, It never touches sun or rain; It turns mere signals into light, And builds a world inside the brain. It guesses floor beneath the feet, It makes the moving world stand still; It turns a voice into a street, A face, a wound, a human will. So dreams are not a broken mind, Nor just a failure in the head; They show the art by which we find A world from fragments, fear, and dread. Chuang Tzu once became a wing, A butterfly without a name; Then woke to ask what waking thing Could prove the dream and self the same. Was he the man who dreamed of flight, Or was the butterfly awake? The question does not kill the light; It asks how much our claims can take. I am DCG, still learning how A wounded mind can seek the true; The self I am is changing now, As every living self must do. We are not gods who see the whole, Nor fools because our sight is small; We make a world within the soul, And share its mystery with all. Let reason serve, but not command; Let feeling speak, but not deceive; We walk on guesses, hand in hand, And learn by what we dare believe. The dream, the brain, the butterfly— All say the same unfinished part: Truth is not owned by those who cry Most loudly from a guarded heart. So let the world be strange and wide, Let change undo the masks we wear; To live is not to stand outside— It is to build, to break, to care.
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DCG
Dreams are not your brain misfiring. They’re not just memory getting filed away while you sleep. And they don’t feel real by accident. Here’s the part nobody tells you: the feeling of “this is really happening” is not a report your brain gives you about the world. It’s a decision your brain makes. And that decision can be wrong. Every night, for about two hours, it is wrong. Think about the last strange dream you had. Maybe you were in your childhood kitchen and then, without walking through a door, without any transition at all, you were standing in a hallway from a school you haven’t seen in 20 years. Did you stop and think, “Wait, how did I get here?” Probably not. In the dream, it made perfect sense. That’s strange. In waking life, if you blinked and suddenly found yourself somewhere else, you’d panic. Your brain would scream that something is deeply wrong. But in a dream, the impossible slides right past you. No alarm, no confusion—just acceptance. So here’s the question we’re sitting with: what part of your brain is responsible for saying, “Wait, that doesn’t add up?” And where does it go when you’re asleep? There’s a region right behind your forehead called the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex. Think of it as your brain’s fact-checker. It’s the part that compares what you’re experiencing against what you know to be consistent, logical, possible. It’s the reason you don’t believe you can fly when you’re awake. During REM sleep, the stage where most vivid dreaming happens, this region goes quiet. Not off completely, but dialed way down. Researchers found this using brain imaging in the 1990s, watching activity drop in exactly the area responsible for judgment, planning, and reality-checking, while the emotional centers of the brain—especially the amygdala—stayed just as active, sometimes more active than during waking hours. So picture what that actually means. The part of you that questions is asleep. The part of you that feels is wide awake. That combination is exactly why a dream can be completely illogical and completely terrifying at the same time. Your fact-checker clocked out, but your fear didn’t. Here’s a number that puts this in perspective: if you live to 80 and you spend roughly two hours dreaming every night, you will spend about six years of your life inside dreams. Six years fully convinced, moment to moment, that what you were experiencing was real. Not a rounding error, not a footnote. Six years of a life lived somewhere your fact-checker never showed up to work. Now, stay with this, because it gets stranger. There’s a phenomenon called sleep paralysis. Some people wake up—their eyes can even open—but their body stays locked in the muscle paralysis that normally keeps you from acting out your dreams. And in that state, many people report seeing a figure in the room, standing at the foot of the bed, watching. Across wildly different cultures, with no contact with each other, this experience repeats. In Newfoundland folklore, it’s called the Old Hag. In Japan, kanashibari. In parts of West Africa, a spirit sitting on the chest. Different names, same architecture: a brain caught between two states, half dreaming, half awake, and utterly convinced that what it sees is in the room with it. This is the moment where the wall between dreaming and reality doesn’t just get thin—it disappears entirely for a few terrifying seconds while a person is technically awake. Now compare that to something on the opposite end: a false awakening. You dream that you woke up, got out of bed, brushed your teeth, maybe even had a conversation with someone in your house, and then you actually wake up for real this time and realize none of that happened. Some people report this happening in layers: waking up inside a dream of waking up inside another dream. If your brain can convince you that you’re awake when you’re not, even in stacked layers, then feeling awake was never proof of anything. It was always just a feeling—a very convincing one. So let’s flip the question. What if the strange part isn’t that dreams feel real? What if the strange part is that anything feels real at all? Here’s where this stops being about sleep and starts being about you, right now, reading this. Your eyes are not cameras. There’s a spot on your retina with no light receptors at all—your blind spot—and you don’t see a hole there. Your brain fills it in quietly, using guesses based on what’s around it. You’ve never once seen your own blind spot in your entire life because your brain refuses to show it to you. There’s a famous experiment where people are asked to count basketball passes in a video. Somewhere in the middle, a person in a full gorilla costume walks slowly through the frame, stops, beats its chest, and walks off. About half the people watching never see it. Not because their eyes missed it. Their eyes recorded it perfectly. Their brain simply decided it wasn’t relevant and deleted it before it ever reached conscious awareness. So the picture you’re looking at right now—the one that feels so obviously, solidly real—is also curated, edited, filled in with guesses. Your waking brain is doing something disturbingly close to what your dreaming brain does. It’s building a model and calling it reality. Here’s the part that took scientists a long time to really sit with: the brain doesn’t experience the world directly, ever. Not while dreaming, not while awake. Light hits your retina and gets converted into electrical signals. Sound hits your eardrum, same thing. Your brain never touches light or sound. It only ever touches electrical patterns, and from those patterns it builds a best guess of what’s out there. Neuroscientists have a name for this idea. They call the brain a prediction machine. It’s constantly guessing what should happen next and only correcting itself when the guess turns out wrong. When you’re awake, that guessing machine is tightly leashed to input from your senses. Every second, the world corrects your guesses. You expect the floor to be there when you step, and it is, so the prediction holds. When you’re dreaming, the leash is gone. There’s no sensory input correcting the guesses. So the brain just keeps predicting unchecked, and whatever it predicts, it experiences as fully real—because reality was always just whatever prediction currently wins. This is why dream logic doesn’t feel like logic failing. It feels completely normal in the moment, because normal was never about being logically consistent. Normal was always just whatever your brain currently believes uncontested. Let’s go back to the fact-checker for a second: that dorsolateral prefrontal cortex. There’s a rare group of people who can keep a sliver of it active during REM sleep. They’re called lucid dreamers. They know they’re dreaming while still inside the dream. Researchers have used this in genuinely strange ways. In one study, lucid dreamers were asked to signal with pre-agreed eye movements—since the eyes are one of the few things not paralyzed during REM—at the exact moment they became lucid. Scientists watching the EEG could see the fact-checker region light back up right as the dreamer’s eyes signaled, “I know.” Which means the line between dreaming and waking isn’t a wall. It’s a dimmer switch. And on rare occasions, someone reaches over and turns it partway back up from the inside while still standing in the dream. So here’s the actual answer to why dreams feel real. It’s not because your brain glitches. It’s because feeling real was never a special, protected status that only waking life gets to have. Feeling real is just what happens when the prediction-checking system is either satisfied or switched off. Dreaming switches it off completely. Waking life mostly keeps it on—mostly. There’s an old philosophical thought experiment that gets brought up whenever this topic comes up, and I want to handle it carefully because it usually gets used the wrong way. A long time ago, a Chinese philosopher named Zhuangzi (Chung Ezu) wrote about dreaming he was a butterfly, flying around, doing exactly what a butterfly does, with no awareness that he was a man at all. When he woke up, he wrote that he didn’t know anymore whether he was a man who had dreamed of being a butterfly, or a butterfly now dreaming that he was Chung Tzu. Most people use this story to say, “Maybe nothing is real. Maybe it’s all an illusion.” That’s not actually the interesting part. The interesting part is what it says about the tool doing the judging. Zhuangzi’s brain in the dream was completely convinced it was a butterfly. No doubts, no internal fact-checker raising a hand. The tool he used to judge, “Am I dreaming right now?” is the exact same tool that gets fooled while dreaming. You can’t use a broken measuring stick to check if the measuring stick is broken. This is where it gets personal, and this is where most explanations of dreams stop short. If your brain’s sense of “this is definitely real” can be fully hijacked at night by a system with no outside input, running purely on internal prediction, then the confidence you feel about anything—dreaming or awake—was never proof of truth. Confidence is just a feeling your brain generates when its internal model isn’t currently contradicted. This isn’t a reason to distrust everything. It’s the opposite, actually. It’s a reason to notice how much work your brain is doing silently every single second just to hand you something that feels solid enough to walk in, talk in, fall in love in, grieve in. Right now, as you watch this, your brain is filling in your blind spot. It’s ignoring your nose, even though it’s technically always in view. It’s stabilizing a world that’s actually jittering across your retina every time your eyes move, which is dozens of times a second. None of that reaches you. You just get the finished product: smooth, continuous, convincing. Dreams don’t feel real because your brain makes a mistake at night. Dreams feel real because that’s the only trick your brain knows. Feeling real is the trick. It runs it while you’re awake and calls it perception. It runs it while you’re asleep and calls it a dream. Same machine, same trick, different amount of outside correction. So what do you do with that? You could decide this makes reality less trustworthy. Some people land there and stay stuck, wondering if anything means anything, if it’s all just prediction and construction underneath. But here’s another way to hold it. You are a three-pound organ sitting in total darkness, sealed inside bone, that has never once directly touched light, sound, warmth, or another person. Everything you’ve ever loved—every sunset, every voice you recognized before you saw the face it belonged to, every dream you woke up from gasping—all of it was built, constructed in the dark by something that had to guess its way toward you. And it did it well enough that you’re moved by music, well enough that you cried at a film you knew was fake the entire time you were watching it, well enough that a dream about someone you lost can bring them back for a few minutes so convincingly that waking up feels like losing them twice. That’s not a flaw in the system. That is the system working exactly as designed, doing the one job it has always had: take signals that were never light or sound or touch to begin with and turn them into a world worth being inside. Somewhere out there, right now, in a universe so large that the light from some stars left before there were eyes anywhere to see it, there is a small, dark, sealed organ guessing its way toward a world and getting it right often enough that you fell for it every single day of your life without noticing. You are not a passive witness to reality. You are its author, working from fragments every second, without a break, without a draft, without ever once getting to see the finished manuscript from the outside. So the next time a dream shakes you awake at three in the morning, heart pounding over something that never happened, don’t be embarrassed by how real it felt. That’s not your brain failing you. That’s the only thing it has ever known how to do. And somehow, most nights, it’s enough to fool you into a whole life.
—The clip is rhetorically effective, but some statements are more definitive than the underlying evidence warrants.
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