In Which I go "WTF" at My Subconcious

Jul 02, 2009 14:39

Dreams that resemble Resident Evil meets Fallout 3 are not welcomed, Cai's Brain. I am not a sherrif-type person, nor did I appreciate the aimless wandering in the desert. Or the creepy scientist guy who stabbed me with a syringe while I had my back turned.

Or waking up in the dream with an entire day missing from my memory. And the big gnarly stitches up and down my chest. Nor did I enjoy waking up during said stitching with no idea of what the hell's going on.

And you woke me up an hour and a half before I had to go to work. On a swim day (read: endurance marathon of a day).

Pull this again, Oh Brain of Mine, and we will have Words.

(I even checked when I woke up. No stitches. So I wasn't abducted by aliens and thought it was a dream.)

Rrgh. At least tomorrow, I'm going out drinking with Brian (aka Cute Guy from Group/Work). That'll be fun.

wtf brain, brian!, phobia: syringes, cai has strange dreams, re does not = real life

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