*sits very wide-eyed* Is it morning yet? How about now?
I woke up about 1/2 hour ago from an exceptionally vivid nightmare in which I (and it was first-person me this time, which is unusual and made it more vivid) seemed to be starring in a psychological thriller/murder mystery/horror story. When I woke up, I wrote down as much of the plot as I can remember on a notebook I keep for dreams and things I think of right before sleep. However, I'm still twitching with adrenaline and scared there's a murderer in my house. (No lie: I was terrified to climb the stairs, because in my dream there were several murder attempts that involved stairs, and I woke up during the last one, which involved dropping something from above the stairwell, but I woke up when we had just ducked away from the stairs [into, now I think of it, my parents' bedroom] and hadn't seen what it was, so I felt like it might still happen.)
*twitches, looks around* I hope I calm down sometime before noon. (Goddammit, part of me says, I got to bed what, five hours ago?) (Wow, another part of me says, that dream could make a kickass story. You should write it.)
*twitches, looks around* I hope I calm down sometime before noon. (Goddammit, part of me says, I got to bed what, five hours ago?) (Wow, another part of me says, that dream could make a kickass story. You should write it.)