I had this dream once. My dad and I were working on a fence on his farm and I had to set my brain in a bucket for some reason. When I turn away to do whatever, one of the cows (Fancy) had tipped over the bucket and had eaten pieces of my brain! I was really distraught because for the rest of my life I would be missing so many memories and so much knowledge. Without those parts of my brain to reference, I could never be sure "Is this something I legitimately forgot or don't understand, or is this Fancy's fault?!" For the rest of my life, I would never really be sure. One minute you're just living your life in a dream where you can put your brain in a bucket and the next, you realize you'll never know who you could've been. Or were. And you have to carry on the rest of your life with this awareness and have no choice but to just cope with it. It's not my fuckin fault, dad!
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