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eeeeeffffffff!





Just eff.



No more burning, ok?

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Khayman
02:30 Oct 20 2011

:-(

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I've been up two hours-ish, I have gone for a walk/run, and I am making coffee. Soon - I shall have breakfast.



Nightmares, for the win, I guess. :\



It's one way to ensure productivity, of a sort.





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Last night's (this morning's?) little treasure:



Khayman, RedQueen, PhoenicianDream and I had somehow ended up in a jungle somewhere, running/hiding from some paramilitary group. Not MILITARY - paramilitary/rebel/insurgent type, and these guys were Americans. Think, oh, Branch Davidians without the religious overtones, but throw in some serious redneckian misogynistic and prejudicial attitudes.



For some godawful reason, the three of them were exceedingly pregnant (PD, I know you're preggers now, but you have NO IDEA) - like house boat, floating the QEII kind of pregnant - and I was the only stupid bitch with a gun.



In real life, I have much better aim with a rifle than a handgun, and this carried through in the dream, because somehow I did end up with a rifle equipped with a scope, in addition to a sweet little LadySmith 3913 LS compact 9mm autopistol.



Thank you lack of wind drift, by the way.



I remember peering through the scope, seeing little *poofs* of red as heads just ... went to flaming paste (what the hell was I PACKING?!) ... and then hearing the echoes of the shot I just made.



It was harrowing getting the three of them up the hills through the tangle of vegetation, with bugs every damn where. The stress of it caused all three of you bishes' water to break! ALL THREE OF YOU! And labor began.



Creating some kind of shelter, while keeping an eye out for redneck paramilitary turdlings, and trying to keep three women in a horrid situation GIVING BIRTH relatively calm, while also trying to assist in said births - I woke exhausted. My neck muscles and back and shoulder muscles are tight as tight, and my right hand aches. I must have been clenching it in my sleep, like I was acting out trotting around with a rifle in that hand.





SO.





Yeah, nightmares for the win.





Side note: I still want to go fishing, dammit.

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ChessMaster
11:20 Oct 12 2011

only one word: ouf!

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PhoenicianDream
11:59 Oct 12 2011

O_o holy stressful dream batman. You need a massage!



I promise not to make you catch her when she pops out. And thank you for not making me the only houseboat in your dream. I ♥ you for that. =)

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captainglobehead
14:29 Oct 12 2011

That was...intense.

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Niflheim
02:35 Oct 13 2011

O.O



Okay, your dream totally out does mine.



Wanna Ducky massage?

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DestroyingAngel
14:00 Oct 14 2011

My god...



*cringes*

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Khayman
02:29 Oct 20 2011

I JUST read this... o.O

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In my dreams, sometimes I can breathe underwater.



Last night was one. I think I was some sort of eel, sinuous and slinky, cutting through currents and exploring the deeps.



It was interesting, and kind of fun scattering schools of fishies. :)





Another dream from last night:



I was waiting. I normally am no good at patience. I don't tend to wait well.



In this dream, however, I was waiting. My patience just ... was. I was not waiting with antsy anticipation or expectation or my normal impatience - just ... sure waiting, with the knowledge that whatever it was I awaited would definitely make the waiting time worthwhile. It was peaceful, and empowering, this absolute patience.



I think I need to cultivate this mentality, as much as I am capable.

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BLOODLIFE
19:43 Oct 11 2011

I'm sure you'll master 'patience' ... given time!

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I was kneeling on top of the water, trying to get through to you, spinning my hair in to long braids to rope you, to pull you back to the surface.



I beat my fists against the surface of the water but it was hard, like crystal that splashed. I was screaming for someone, anyone to come help, for you to give me your hand, and my fingers and the bones of my hand broke against the surface of the hard water, yet the blood from my abraded hands traced crimson trails down through below you.



You were drowning, and I was trying desperately to save you.



Every time I managed to get a rope of my hair to you ... you would cut it. You would look at me, shake your head sadly, and cut it.



You reached up through the water with one hand ... caressed my cheek ... and pushed off against the water's underside with the other, down into the deeps, along with my blood, releasing your air in a beautiful shimmering line of silver bubbles, while tears and a long, soft wail escaped me.







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I've been awake almost a half hour now, and I can't seem to stop crying.

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CryingMist
08:13 Oct 10 2011

hug

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captainglobehead
15:15 Oct 10 2011

Not everyone can be saved.



Especially from themselves.

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sahahria
15:43 Oct 10 2011

The metaphor of this is hauntingly beautiful.



Sadly we all have some paths that we simply MUST walk alone.

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captainglobehead
17:42 Oct 10 2011

::hug::

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So, in the dream several of us were selected as breeding stock to make more humans for these alien scorpion things.



It was very odd.



We had to use this agate slice on a glass table to summon them to report our progress (or lack thereof) and if you summoned them wrong, they'd eat you.



Throw in some people/scorpion hybrid, dog/scorpion hybrids, deer/scorpion hybrids as intelligent guard animals ... and you have the makings of a very very very surreal dream.



Why did we think chain link fences were a good deterrent, again?

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Oceanne
14:18 Oct 06 2011

O.O

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Niflheim
03:43 Oct 07 2011

I ♥ you.

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Sleeping with the lights on confuses the cats.

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PhoenicianDream
18:29 Oct 01 2011

Hahaha the pussies deserve a little confusion every now and then!

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