Darkness; madness reins in dreams
For the second night I have had bad dreams. Monday it was about random people and something aweful happening that got my heart racing. Last night it was about a spider from the Deus Ex game that bit my cat after they had fought. Tuxedo killed it but was bitten then died after lingering weakly while I walked around behind trying to figure out what happen. Needless to say I have been a terrible funk since I woke up. Tux is my brat cat who has been with me for nearly 11 years. I haven't had any relationships with humans or animals that have lasted this long. It still hurts to think about it and I damn neared started crying on the way to work.
Nightmares, the beasts who roam your dream sleep are frightening, horrid creatures. I figure a combination of breaking my "no news after 6p" rule, second week of depression's grip, hormones flipping around and lack of excerise along with anxiety about Nov 4th then playing a violent video game with said spiders brought these bastard nightmares around.
They can just fuck the hell right off. Dreams about random people are bad enough but when it involves family or animals then fuck those mares. Maybe I'll petition Morpheus for something more pleasant (like naked men and women in a tub or walks in the field).
Nightmares, the beasts who roam your dream sleep are frightening, horrid creatures. I figure a combination of breaking my "no news after 6p" rule, second week of depression's grip, hormones flipping around and lack of excerise along with anxiety about Nov 4th then playing a violent video game with said spiders brought these bastard nightmares around.
They can just fuck the hell right off. Dreams about random people are bad enough but when it involves family or animals then fuck those mares. Maybe I'll petition Morpheus for something more pleasant (like naked men and women in a tub or walks in the field).