Dreams

[breezeshadow]

Dreams that I leave work an hour lately, freak out, somehow slip back into work. but I work in some basement, and the main machine-savvy lab personnel is singing to himself as he listens to music, and doesn't seem to notice that my music is on too. I'm terrified of being fired.

Dreams that a good friend and I go to a grocery store, but I'm not a human, I don't know what I am, but it's not a human. I get home and my mother tells me to call the police, claiming good friend kidnapped me, and she makes me anxious.

Dreams that a baby elephant is one display somewhere, and it walks over to the wall and slams its head against the wall, hard, again and again and again until it is bleeding from its head and eye. The caretakers rush over to handle it, and give it an injection, and it falls asleep.

All of these scenarios, and more, all blend in my head into one night, and though I woke up multiple times, I feel like they just continued where they left off.

Basically, I have exactly the face that my new icon does, of my dear Sparkles, a childhood cat who died earlier this year: Dafuq.

Started writing Part II of AG. It'll be nice if I get the first chapter done by tonight, but I have to think about how to proceed from the beginning.

Tschuess.

Comments

[alee_grrl]

::hugs::

I sympathize with the weird and disturbing dreams. I get them a lot, especially with the current med combo I'm on. :p

[breezeshadow]

I've had weird dreams even before I was on meds... My first weird dream was in sixth grade and it involved pokemon characters and George Washington on a space shuttle. Brains be crazy.

[alee_grrl]

I feel your pain. I remember dreaming about vampires and goblins when I was five or so (and long before I was very familiar with such stories). Dreams where everyone seemed to have disappeared. Dreams that seem to take place inside some obnoxiously large shopping mall and mazes of endless halls. Sometimes there are stories in my dreams, and somethings they are more random. I had one recently where I was a video game character. It was really strange. The stories rarely make sense when I wake up, but I am often left with the lingering emotions if it was a particularly intense dream. I often dream that I'm back in the Peace Corps, or back in High School/College, or some bizarre conglomeration of the three. Brains are very strange places indeed.