Bad night.
Didn't sleep well. Tried to go to sleep around eleven (having played with Torchwood ideas for half an hour or so) but didn't drop off until past midnight, I think.
Then woke up before 3. Very dizzy and disoriented. Tried to go back to sleep again and ended up watching my room get lighter and lighter and hearing the birds start singing. May have slightly got to sleep again about 6:30 ish.
I don't remember seeing anything in the 7 or 8 o'clock bands, but 9 came back with a vengeance. More disoriented/dizzy than ever. Tried staying in bed to let the rolling sensations go away.
Got up about 10. Went back to bed again. Could barely walk in a straight line.
Got up for good about 12:15. Still don't feel like I slept.
And I had anxiety dreams again, which is annoying. I mean, I had one the night before the last Guides meeting (water fight in the churchyard) where I dreamed the meeting was meant to be half an hour earlier (6:30) and me and the other leader got stuck at a train station until 7:30. The Guides were not impressed.
Nah. There were a couple of dreams last night. I remembered them this morning, but one was sane and had me wondering if it had actually happened, while the main other one involved people in balaclavas bursting into our house from the back entrance. I went to hide out in the study, locked the door behind me and was heading for the second room at the back (even though there isn't one in reality. I was convinced there was one behind the back wall when I was younger, though, so...) except that despite the sunlight streaming in through the windows at the front, turn around and it was pitch black. And I knew there were piles of stuff between me and the room at the back. Our house is cluttered like that. But whenever I tried to turn the light on, it wouldn't work, and I was starting to split the dream in two by trying to turn back and hit the light switch whilst trying to go forwards and tripping over the black bags and boxes and stuff. I think I tore myself apart and didn't get anywhere.
And then while I was floating in the awake-but-don't-want-to-be-and-back-to-sleep-now-thanke sort of state between 3 and 6 am, I ended up torturing Ianto. Well. Not personally. It was a year-that-never-was fic, and Torchwood survived and got back and came up with an ingenious plan to stage a rescue mission and get Jack out (because they saw him on the initial TV broadcast). It was all going swimmingly. Ianto got caught by Toclafane and teleported up to the Valiant (*coughCloudbasecough*) as per the plan, passed all the scans for weaponry successfully, had a bit of a confrontation with the Master, then managed to escape somewhat and got to Jack and teleported the both of them out.
Except that the Master had a teleport shield type thing (to stop Martha from popping in and out with Jack's Vortex Manipulator) that meant they didn't get off the ship, they just teleported into another room, where there were guards with guns waiting on duty.
Jack got shot. They were both dragged back to the Master, who made a special broadcast to let Torchwood know they'd failed miserably.
And he was intending to cut Ianto's fingers off one by one unless both Jack and Ianto were prepared to do the whole "kneel, call him Master, and beg for mercy" situation. Lovely. I think I'll stop there and not say where the rest went.
Anywho, not going to be writing that. It started off being "There must have been some attempt to resist, and Torchwood are usually fairly heroic, so let's see..." fic, and then got twisted, and I don't like that. I prefer to write happy endings and non-maiming situations, thank you. (Believe it or not.)
(Besides, I can't match up to Paperclipbitch's Master v Ianto situation. ( Made My Own Pretty Hate Machine - sadistic and brutal and very downbeat, but brilliant. If you haven't read it yet, what's your excuse? ^_^) I haven't got a chance. Kah.)
Hm. Not particularly pleased with my dreamscape at the moment.
Although the night before last, I dreamt this brilliant Pirates of the Caribbean fic into existence...
Maybe I'll forgive my mind a little.
Scusi, going to write mad Ianto fic now. (That's mad Ianto-fic, not mad-Ianto fic. Although both have a certain appeal...)
Then woke up before 3. Very dizzy and disoriented. Tried to go back to sleep again and ended up watching my room get lighter and lighter and hearing the birds start singing. May have slightly got to sleep again about 6:30 ish.
I don't remember seeing anything in the 7 or 8 o'clock bands, but 9 came back with a vengeance. More disoriented/dizzy than ever. Tried staying in bed to let the rolling sensations go away.
Got up about 10. Went back to bed again. Could barely walk in a straight line.
Got up for good about 12:15. Still don't feel like I slept.
And I had anxiety dreams again, which is annoying. I mean, I had one the night before the last Guides meeting (water fight in the churchyard) where I dreamed the meeting was meant to be half an hour earlier (6:30) and me and the other leader got stuck at a train station until 7:30. The Guides were not impressed.
Nah. There were a couple of dreams last night. I remembered them this morning, but one was sane and had me wondering if it had actually happened, while the main other one involved people in balaclavas bursting into our house from the back entrance. I went to hide out in the study, locked the door behind me and was heading for the second room at the back (even though there isn't one in reality. I was convinced there was one behind the back wall when I was younger, though, so...) except that despite the sunlight streaming in through the windows at the front, turn around and it was pitch black. And I knew there were piles of stuff between me and the room at the back. Our house is cluttered like that. But whenever I tried to turn the light on, it wouldn't work, and I was starting to split the dream in two by trying to turn back and hit the light switch whilst trying to go forwards and tripping over the black bags and boxes and stuff. I think I tore myself apart and didn't get anywhere.
And then while I was floating in the awake-but-don't-want-to-be-and-back-to-sleep-now-thanke sort of state between 3 and 6 am, I ended up torturing Ianto. Well. Not personally. It was a year-that-never-was fic, and Torchwood survived and got back and came up with an ingenious plan to stage a rescue mission and get Jack out (because they saw him on the initial TV broadcast). It was all going swimmingly. Ianto got caught by Toclafane and teleported up to the Valiant (*coughCloudbasecough*) as per the plan, passed all the scans for weaponry successfully, had a bit of a confrontation with the Master, then managed to escape somewhat and got to Jack and teleported the both of them out.
Except that the Master had a teleport shield type thing (to stop Martha from popping in and out with Jack's Vortex Manipulator) that meant they didn't get off the ship, they just teleported into another room, where there were guards with guns waiting on duty.
Jack got shot. They were both dragged back to the Master, who made a special broadcast to let Torchwood know they'd failed miserably.
And he was intending to cut Ianto's fingers off one by one unless both Jack and Ianto were prepared to do the whole "kneel, call him Master, and beg for mercy" situation. Lovely. I think I'll stop there and not say where the rest went.
Anywho, not going to be writing that. It started off being "There must have been some attempt to resist, and Torchwood are usually fairly heroic, so let's see..." fic, and then got twisted, and I don't like that. I prefer to write happy endings and non-maiming situations, thank you. (Believe it or not.)
(Besides, I can't match up to Paperclipbitch's Master v Ianto situation. ( Made My Own Pretty Hate Machine - sadistic and brutal and very downbeat, but brilliant. If you haven't read it yet, what's your excuse? ^_^) I haven't got a chance. Kah.)
Hm. Not particularly pleased with my dreamscape at the moment.
Although the night before last, I dreamt this brilliant Pirates of the Caribbean fic into existence...
Maybe I'll forgive my mind a little.
Scusi, going to write mad Ianto fic now. (That's mad Ianto-fic, not mad-Ianto fic. Although both have a certain appeal...)