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Nightmares suck
May. 29th, 2005 02:10 pmNight full of dreaming. Exhaustion now.
First there was a fairly undemanding one where I had to pack a suitcase full of clothes for to run away with. ( Read more... )
I think maybe I need to go tidy my clothes properly instead of leaving them in a me sized heap.
But after that dream I had a dream where I was Blue Beetle and Max Lord killed me in increasingly inventive ways. ( Read more... )
Around that point I turned into the 9th Doctor and started waving psychic paper around but someone I'd met there (who looked like someone from LJ but wasn't) grabbed the paper and managed to make it look like everything they feared instead. ( Read more... )
So, I did that, but then the dream went trippy. ( Read more... )
Incidentally, Blue Beetle related, I read that Adam Strange mini the other day and the bad guy was someone ( Read more... )
I'm so tired. First thing I did was crawl across the room and grab the chocolate biscuits. I woke up all shaking. Actually, first first thing I did was crawl to the computer, then the chocolate biscuits, but only because I have to sit at the computer to reach the biscuits. So then I ate a biscuit and was energised enough to get some drink from the kitchen. And then I sat down and typed and then it was now.
Sometimes people say they want my dreams. I think they underestimate the levels of sensory detail and inbuilt emotional response in them. And overestimate the smut. I mean the smut does not in fact get smuttier than my real life has, where I am in fact still qualified to catch unicorns, whereas the horror gets really really horrifying. And the textures and soforth make it difficult to shake once awake. And whilst my dreams are less painful than the actual stuff happening would be, they can get really, really uncomfortable.
Still want my dreams?
*sigh*
First there was a fairly undemanding one where I had to pack a suitcase full of clothes for to run away with. ( Read more... )
I think maybe I need to go tidy my clothes properly instead of leaving them in a me sized heap.
But after that dream I had a dream where I was Blue Beetle and Max Lord killed me in increasingly inventive ways. ( Read more... )
Around that point I turned into the 9th Doctor and started waving psychic paper around but someone I'd met there (who looked like someone from LJ but wasn't) grabbed the paper and managed to make it look like everything they feared instead. ( Read more... )
So, I did that, but then the dream went trippy. ( Read more... )
Incidentally, Blue Beetle related, I read that Adam Strange mini the other day and the bad guy was someone ( Read more... )
I'm so tired. First thing I did was crawl across the room and grab the chocolate biscuits. I woke up all shaking. Actually, first first thing I did was crawl to the computer, then the chocolate biscuits, but only because I have to sit at the computer to reach the biscuits. So then I ate a biscuit and was energised enough to get some drink from the kitchen. And then I sat down and typed and then it was now.
Sometimes people say they want my dreams. I think they underestimate the levels of sensory detail and inbuilt emotional response in them. And overestimate the smut. I mean the smut does not in fact get smuttier than my real life has, where I am in fact still qualified to catch unicorns, whereas the horror gets really really horrifying. And the textures and soforth make it difficult to shake once awake. And whilst my dreams are less painful than the actual stuff happening would be, they can get really, really uncomfortable.
Still want my dreams?
*sigh*
