Dreaming of a porny Hallowe'en
My subconscious, you guys. *shakes head* This may yet top the time I dreamt about being on an alien planet, fighting bad guys - in a quarry. A literal quarry, because my brain likes to mock Doctor Who.
So I had this extremely horrifying dream last night. I won’t bore you with all the details but the nightmare involved being a woman renting this scary house in ‘the Mother complex’ where lots of people had died - I told the estate agent I wanted to die there. It eventually came out, The Others-like, that I’d died there with the rest of my family. Influenza had killed off a lot of us, and then my big brother and father (who’d tried to push me down the stairs as a ghost) went crazy and killed the rest. The exposition involved sitting with the sole friendly ghost, who turned out to be my sister, while a doll form of her appeared in the chair in front. Naturally, the doll’s head turned 180 degrees to reveal an eye gouged out, blood everywhere and a smiling, unmoving mouth. The doll took up the exposition, explaining how crazy the other ghosts had really become, while I freaked the fuck out.
It didn’t help that the friendly ghost was a little girl - but she’d died as a woman, because she was my sister and only a few years younger. But her ghost form was when she’d been happy. Because my nightmares just have to go for Gothic Uncanny Bonus Points.
I very rarely have nightmares. I woke up completely freaked out, and pretty pissed off with my subconscious. Getting bullied and attacked with fruit a few nights ago was quite traumatic enough for me; a whole horror film in my head was OUTSIDE OF ENOUGH. And I hadn’t had enough sleep and I kept seeing the doll sway her head and arrrgh.
This afternoon I had a nap to make up the sleep, and my subconscious apparently decided to make it up to me.
I dreamt the boys from Harry Potter and Angel went away for a Hallowe’en weekend and had an orgy.
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BEST. EVER.
So I had this extremely horrifying dream last night. I won’t bore you with all the details but the nightmare involved being a woman renting this scary house in ‘the Mother complex’ where lots of people had died - I told the estate agent I wanted to die there. It eventually came out, The Others-like, that I’d died there with the rest of my family. Influenza had killed off a lot of us, and then my big brother and father (who’d tried to push me down the stairs as a ghost) went crazy and killed the rest. The exposition involved sitting with the sole friendly ghost, who turned out to be my sister, while a doll form of her appeared in the chair in front. Naturally, the doll’s head turned 180 degrees to reveal an eye gouged out, blood everywhere and a smiling, unmoving mouth. The doll took up the exposition, explaining how crazy the other ghosts had really become, while I freaked the fuck out.
It didn’t help that the friendly ghost was a little girl - but she’d died as a woman, because she was my sister and only a few years younger. But her ghost form was when she’d been happy. Because my nightmares just have to go for Gothic Uncanny Bonus Points.
I very rarely have nightmares. I woke up completely freaked out, and pretty pissed off with my subconscious. Getting bullied and attacked with fruit a few nights ago was quite traumatic enough for me; a whole horror film in my head was OUTSIDE OF ENOUGH. And I hadn’t had enough sleep and I kept seeing the doll sway her head and arrrgh.
This afternoon I had a nap to make up the sleep, and my subconscious apparently decided to make it up to me.
I dreamt the boys from Harry Potter and Angel went away for a Hallowe’en weekend and had an orgy.
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BEST. EVER.