Crackdreams
So I've been having these freakish dreams lately. And I can't generally remember all the details, just a vague and quite persistent sense of anxiety and claustrophobia on waking, but I remembered one last night.
Like I said, not too many details, but more of them than I usually recall. It was dark, quite late and rainy, and I was in town with Hattie. We went past a pub and stopped, and all of a sudden she just collapsed and started crying. I can't remember if I said something to upset her (God knows I am getting good at this, quite by accident) or if she just felt ill or what, but she unexpectedly started crying and I couldn't make her stop.
There wasn't anyone else about and the lights were that horrible sodium orange colour; it made everything look washed-out and awful. And then Jess showed up. I can't remember why, or what she did, but she turned up, and then we carried Hattie back to a car.
I woke up at this stage, I think, but I didn't sleep for about an hour because I was quite scared. I mean, it wasn't a scary dream. It was just sort of dark and soggy. But I woke up feeling really trapped, and I've been on edge all day. Possibly because of lack of proper sleeptimes.
In other news, I'm going to rewrite the vampire novel so it's an alternate-version of Earth wherein vampires are a recognised threat and every country has a vampire-hunting agency. I think this will remove a lot of the contrivances from the old plot. I hope so, at any rate, because I quite like the characters and it's a shame to waste them.
On that note, I'd better go and do important stuff.
-Miss May, well and truly disturbed by her own subconscious
Like I said, not too many details, but more of them than I usually recall. It was dark, quite late and rainy, and I was in town with Hattie. We went past a pub and stopped, and all of a sudden she just collapsed and started crying. I can't remember if I said something to upset her (God knows I am getting good at this, quite by accident) or if she just felt ill or what, but she unexpectedly started crying and I couldn't make her stop.
There wasn't anyone else about and the lights were that horrible sodium orange colour; it made everything look washed-out and awful. And then Jess showed up. I can't remember why, or what she did, but she turned up, and then we carried Hattie back to a car.
I woke up at this stage, I think, but I didn't sleep for about an hour because I was quite scared. I mean, it wasn't a scary dream. It was just sort of dark and soggy. But I woke up feeling really trapped, and I've been on edge all day. Possibly because of lack of proper sleeptimes.
In other news, I'm going to rewrite the vampire novel so it's an alternate-version of Earth wherein vampires are a recognised threat and every country has a vampire-hunting agency. I think this will remove a lot of the contrivances from the old plot. I hope so, at any rate, because I quite like the characters and it's a shame to waste them.
On that note, I'd better go and do important stuff.
-Miss May, well and truly disturbed by her own subconscious