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07:39 Aug 31 2011
Times Read: 583
Do you remember when I said, "I need new nightmares." ...?
What in hell was I thinking?
No, I don't know either.
In this one, I was a child. I was hiding in a closet from monsters in this dream. I was under one of those hanging liner things for nice dresses in my mom's closet. I could hear the screaming of the rest of my family as these monsters ripped them apart and chased them down.
I could hear the monsters chewing and making yummy noises as they ate my family.
I could hear the snuffling under the closet door as they hunted for me, and then kind of a cooing sound when one caught my scent.
I could see only a line of light under the door, with shadows as it paced back and forth in front of the door, and then it started clawing at the door, trying to get in at me.
When the door finally cracked down the middle, I woke before I saw the face of the monster.
I am so glad I woke.
14:52 Aug 28 2011
Times Read: 600
I know you're dead. I watched the light leave those malicious little piggy eyes myself.
Why is it in my dreams you rise up from that table and tell me the horrid, nasty, evil little things you've done, over and over, and why can I not move or shut you up? I saw the actual handiwork - why am I giving myself some awful run-down of the physical process and details in the guise of your voice?
Why will you not stay dead?
And why is this cropping up after 25 years?
I thought I had expunged you.
04:55 Aug 27 2011
Times Read: 611
Stay the fuck away from me tonight. You hear me nightmares?
One night.
ONE NIGHT of good sleep.
Is that to much to ask? Hmm? Well, is it?
14:08 Aug 18 2011
Times Read: 634
Fuck you, mind. Seriously.
Yeah. Delta waves, here we come. This is beyond ridiculous.
13:47 Aug 17 2011
Times Read: 644
I had bad dreams last night, yes, but I had another good one right before waking up. It was my cousin Ben, myself and another walking around up home on the ranch and just talking. That was nifty.
Awake:
And then, when I was packing my lunch for today, I decided I needed pickles. I could not get the jar open. I woke my brother by whining at him in German. "Mach er auf! ::brandishes pickle jar piteously::"
What? It worked. I has pickles!
11:44 Aug 16 2011
Times Read: 657
Ugh ugh ugh ugh!
I had a nightmare about my friend Glen last night. He had been, for some reason, taken, and some organization was trying to get secret information from him. (He works IT at University of Texas, for fuck's sake, brain!) It was so difficult to get in to where they were holding him, and it took me so long to get in there. It was like Mission Impossible and James Bond rolled in to one, only WITHOUT the success of their actions.
By the time I finally got IN to get Glen OUT ... he was alive, but there was just
... nothing left to save. The things they did to him.
I threw up in the dream.
He asked me to end him, so I did.
And then ... the REAL evil began. When you think there's nothing left to lose, there's nothing, then, it seems you won't do.
Think about that for a little bit, will, you?
12:53 Aug 15 2011
Times Read: 668
Last nights dreams - I was a check out person at Sam's club, and my scanner thingy was NOT working. I had to type in the UPC symbols by hand.
13:48 Aug 14 2011
Times Read: 673
There are times I truly hate my brain and the shit it throws at me.
Last night is one.
I can't even type out the nightmare. I took a shower for over an hour after that one. I still don't feel clean.
13:08 Aug 08 2011
Times Read: 694
I can't remember specifics of any of my dreams last night, for which I am grateful. I woke myself several times with little breathless screams. I had a fairly comforting one a bit before my alarm screeched me into wakefulness, though.
It was of being enfolded in something warm, very firm, and that smelled brown, like dark dark earth, the kind you just KNOW will grow anything, abundant and fresh.
06:31 Aug 07 2011
Times Read: 702
::cries::
My brain won't leave me alone. How many times do I have to kill you for you to stay DEAD?!
18:04 Aug 06 2011
Times Read: 719
I cannot even begin to describe the nightmares from last night. I had to damn near physically restrain myself from calling Khayman at about 430 this morning to make sure she and the boys were ok.
I am someone who is unskilled at interpersonal relationships, but I am damned fine at vengeance. In the dreams, vengeance was all that was left to me.
Faugh.
I have no idea what I would do without her shine in my life. I have no idea.
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COMMENTS
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Lullaby
08:12 Aug 31 2011
Oh Req.
I used to have dreams where I was hiding in the under-stairs closet. Waking up in the middle of the night with mystery noises was the worst part. Creaking floorboards become the enemy.