That was uncomfortable dreaming, but it helped me put some things in focus.
I do not believe I will elaborate.
I was swimming in dead things. I am glad the thunder and lightning woke me.
I don't like you, brain.
We've been over that territory. We lived through that territory, and came out the other side. We don't need you to parade it across our sleeping minds like some TMC repeat, only bloodier.
Take. Note.
Or I'm getting the drill.
Fucker.
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I'll hold your hair for you... ;)
::hug::
Whoa Whoa Whoa...wait for the nurse before you start any major surgery. K, I'm here now, where do want to drill? *runs*
What? You mean we're supposed to "like" our brains... I can barely tolerate mine, most days :p
::huggles&humps::
Dear sleep ... Please, come to me? Dreamless and soft, suck me under like a wave rolling over a reef?
No dreams, good or bad, just ... darkness, and eyelids fluttering?
No ridiculous jackassery like my brain handed out last night in the hour and a half of broken sleep I got with truly stupid dreams?
Just ... oblivion, restful and restoring, for several hours at a go? Please?
I'd appreciate it more than I can express.
Thank you!
Every time I close my eyes and fall asleep, I see laughter. Mean, cutting laughter. Two people, pointing and laughing, deriding me.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out my subconscious here.
I am tired. So very tired.
I never claimed my subconscious was rational, here.
How very odd. I dreamed my father murdered someone to hide insurance fraud. o_O
ARGH! Just argh!
I was wandering around on an ice plain, no shoes on my feet, and just pyjamas on. It was freezing, and my feet kept getting cut, and there was no one else anywhere. I kept searching for one specific person, hollering our his name until my throat was as raw as my feet. I left a trail of bloody footprints behind me, but I could not feel my feet.
Reft and bereft, I was solitary, and it hurt. :(
Last night, in dreaming, I witnessed a good friend's husband murdered. I discovered who this person was who killed him, and then right as the mystery was about to be (hopefully positively) resolved) I woke up. I remember saying, "What the shit, man?!"
There was a Loooooooottt more in there, but that's the bare bones.
Vain hope, that. :points below:
Dear Sub-Conscious:
Please stop telling me shit you've already told me. I don't need re-plays. My memory works JUUUUUUSSSST fine, fucker.
Thank you,
The Management
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Did it work?
Sometimes you gotta smack 'em around a little to get their attention.
*hugs*
Heh want to.borrow my boxing gloves?
Mine keeps doing the same thing.."Its cold,its cold,its cold..."
Here's to hoping this section goes mostly unused this year but for happy/fun/weird dreams. :)
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