kenso-chan
I have been having nightmares of late about Kenso-chan. I can't remember them any more except a chunk from last night. Generally I wake up in the middle of the night from the nightmares and then go back to sleep so I lose most of them. Last night I didn't end up going back to sleep for a hour or so so I had time to remember it:
I was going somewhere--a swimming pool or a dance club, somewhere where we had to change--with Kenso and some Dream Friends. We were all getting undressed and the DF were talking about things that I'd never heard of, things that didn't make sense, and Kenso took her top off. That's when I saw that she had a fake arm (it was her left). Feeling very confused and appalled, I asked her what the hell was going on. Now she was very confused and took off the fake arm; there was a horrible scar where her shoulder socket used to be. "You know all about this," she said. "You were there." Only I wasn't, so they had to fill me in: her ex-boyfriend, aka The Defroster, had taken the break-up very badly. So badly that he went after her with an axe. I'm completely bewildered and weirded out and I keep saying: "This isn't how it's supposed to be! Things are supposed to be different!" And I realise that I'm in some kind of alternate dimension. Kenso is still talking, about how she taught herself to type, etc, but I'm not listening, I'm trying to figure out how this mix-up could have happened. And then I woke up.
And lay awake repeating it over in my head.
It wasn't a great night.
I was going somewhere--a swimming pool or a dance club, somewhere where we had to change--with Kenso and some Dream Friends. We were all getting undressed and the DF were talking about things that I'd never heard of, things that didn't make sense, and Kenso took her top off. That's when I saw that she had a fake arm (it was her left). Feeling very confused and appalled, I asked her what the hell was going on. Now she was very confused and took off the fake arm; there was a horrible scar where her shoulder socket used to be. "You know all about this," she said. "You were there." Only I wasn't, so they had to fill me in: her ex-boyfriend, aka The Defroster, had taken the break-up very badly. So badly that he went after her with an axe. I'm completely bewildered and weirded out and I keep saying: "This isn't how it's supposed to be! Things are supposed to be different!" And I realise that I'm in some kind of alternate dimension. Kenso is still talking, about how she taught herself to type, etc, but I'm not listening, I'm trying to figure out how this mix-up could have happened. And then I woke up.
And lay awake repeating it over in my head.
It wasn't a great night.