Fever induced nightmares with a side of agnst, please.
Have you ever felt as if your mind has reverted to a funner part of yourself after you've been sick? I feel as if I'm changing just a little to how I used to be in high school. Mind you, the maturity hasn't changed. I just seemed angrier in high school.
Okies, so maybe it isn't really funner. I just found it easier to speak my mind, and I seem to be doing it again. It may be slow, but I am getting better at speaking up again.
Bah. For all I know it's just this slight fever playing with my head making me imagine things.
IN OTHER NEWS...
Fever induced dreams suck. I had this nightmare about demons, my parents being divorced, and what not. Let's note that this was one single nightmare, not multiple...
It starts out in a dark cabin in the middle of the forest. It kinda looked like my mate's house but the interior definately wasn't it. I was a teenager again, about 15, visiting dad. Shippo from Inuyasha, for some very strange reason was my little brother. My dad didn't seem himself anymore. He also had this really creepy Disney inspired bear looking out the window. The thing was that the bear - who was called Steve - was a giant toy. He wasn't even alive, or so my dream self thought. After a while of that damn thing looking out the window with this blank, vacant stare it started to drive me nuts. Well, it was either that or the sense of evil building up so intense - it was like it was right outside the window. My dream self screamed something in that translated into "Begone demon spawn" and made a circle of salt around the inside perimeter of the house.
Cut to my mom coming to get me, Jamie, and Shippo. She came up to the door, knocked once, ran to the car and slammed the door. With Shippo on my back I ran to the door with Jamie close by. Steve, however, was no where in sight. He hadn't been since the salt was sprinkled.
In front of us we could see "Steve" chasing the car down the driveway. We, of course ran after him until we reached the end of the driveway. The car was gone, so was Steve. I still can't get the look of him looking out the window.
Why does this dream bother? you might ask. Easy. It's not many dreams that cause me to wake up nearly screaming and sweating.
"But it's only a toy bear." I guess my mind isn't willing to reason with that. Something about the dream scared me.
Maybe cause around the age of 15 my dad changed drastically. While he and my mom are still married I do worry about what will happen while I'm away at college.
And now I must wander off to the kitchen. ^^; I'm just realizing I haven't really eaten t'day. <<; Chips in the morning, some gravy on bread, and two beer biscuits don't make for much of a meal...
Okies, so maybe it isn't really funner. I just found it easier to speak my mind, and I seem to be doing it again. It may be slow, but I am getting better at speaking up again.
Bah. For all I know it's just this slight fever playing with my head making me imagine things.
IN OTHER NEWS...
Fever induced dreams suck. I had this nightmare about demons, my parents being divorced, and what not. Let's note that this was one single nightmare, not multiple...
It starts out in a dark cabin in the middle of the forest. It kinda looked like my mate's house but the interior definately wasn't it. I was a teenager again, about 15, visiting dad. Shippo from Inuyasha, for some very strange reason was my little brother. My dad didn't seem himself anymore. He also had this really creepy Disney inspired bear looking out the window. The thing was that the bear - who was called Steve - was a giant toy. He wasn't even alive, or so my dream self thought. After a while of that damn thing looking out the window with this blank, vacant stare it started to drive me nuts. Well, it was either that or the sense of evil building up so intense - it was like it was right outside the window. My dream self screamed something in that translated into "Begone demon spawn" and made a circle of salt around the inside perimeter of the house.
Cut to my mom coming to get me, Jamie, and Shippo. She came up to the door, knocked once, ran to the car and slammed the door. With Shippo on my back I ran to the door with Jamie close by. Steve, however, was no where in sight. He hadn't been since the salt was sprinkled.
In front of us we could see "Steve" chasing the car down the driveway. We, of course ran after him until we reached the end of the driveway. The car was gone, so was Steve. I still can't get the look of him looking out the window.
Why does this dream bother? you might ask. Easy. It's not many dreams that cause me to wake up nearly screaming and sweating.
"But it's only a toy bear." I guess my mind isn't willing to reason with that. Something about the dream scared me.
Maybe cause around the age of 15 my dad changed drastically. While he and my mom are still married I do worry about what will happen while I'm away at college.
And now I must wander off to the kitchen. ^^; I'm just realizing I haven't really eaten t'day. <<; Chips in the morning, some gravy on bread, and two beer biscuits don't make for much of a meal...