Open Letter to Subconscious, Re: Nightmares
Dear Subconscious!
No, I usually don't mind exciting dreams. I sure don't mind being cast as Luke Skywalker and fed visions by Darth Vader of the many ways the Endor battle might go wrong, resulting in Han and Leia dead. I don't mind much trying to escape from Vader's flagship by running in and out of elevators trying to look inconspicuous to Imperial personnel and avoiding Vader. That's still a pretty decent dream plotline (not to mention a lot more coherent than usual).
I *do*, however, mind being suddenly transferred to a seedy freight transporter, with a severe case of memory loss how I got there (*in* the dream). Trying not to give my ignorance away to the crew, and listening to tales about a mysterious murderer on board, then running through the obligatory elevators again (dunno what it is about elevators, but they're a dream staple of mine).
But most of all, I mind stepping out of my elevators and stumbling over mutilated dead bodies (shock the first) and then beginning to think about what my memory losses *might* have had to do with that… That was the moment I almost fell out of bed. After working up the courage to get up and to the light switch, I slouched to the computer to edit pr0n for the rest of the night.
I'm aware, Subconscious, that you like to up the death-and-gore level just before my period sets in, but this time it went a bit too bloody far, all right?
No love,
Kenna
rfachir - just lying low, right? No need to worry?
And two dozen severe *huggles* to liriaen. Phew!
No, I usually don't mind exciting dreams. I sure don't mind being cast as Luke Skywalker and fed visions by Darth Vader of the many ways the Endor battle might go wrong, resulting in Han and Leia dead. I don't mind much trying to escape from Vader's flagship by running in and out of elevators trying to look inconspicuous to Imperial personnel and avoiding Vader. That's still a pretty decent dream plotline (not to mention a lot more coherent than usual).
I *do*, however, mind being suddenly transferred to a seedy freight transporter, with a severe case of memory loss how I got there (*in* the dream). Trying not to give my ignorance away to the crew, and listening to tales about a mysterious murderer on board, then running through the obligatory elevators again (dunno what it is about elevators, but they're a dream staple of mine).
But most of all, I mind stepping out of my elevators and stumbling over mutilated dead bodies (shock the first) and then beginning to think about what my memory losses *might* have had to do with that… That was the moment I almost fell out of bed. After working up the courage to get up and to the light switch, I slouched to the computer to edit pr0n for the rest of the night.
I'm aware, Subconscious, that you like to up the death-and-gore level just before my period sets in, but this time it went a bit too bloody far, all right?
No love,
Kenna
rfachir - just lying low, right? No need to worry?
And two dozen severe *huggles* to liriaen. Phew!