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It's 3:38am. Why am I posting at 3:38am? Because I put the phone down on Jessie and laid my head down to get what I thought was going to be some lovely uninterrupted sleep, and two hours later I managed to wake up from a really, really nasty nightmare. It was like being in a slasher film. I really don't like slasher films. It had, like, narrative coherency - the spooky things we heard at the beginning, they were explained nastily later. In graphic 3D surround-sound detail. Involving far more people I know than usual, including Helen (briefly - mostly doing some background swashbuckling actually) and Katy (we walked down the spooky alley/corridor/corner of my room together first, cheerily ignoring the spooky voices) and Jessie and Jannie and the whole of FCMG in the background - a girl from FCMG was one of the only two still recognisable victims. She was still alive... *shudder*
And it was so hard to wake up from it because within the dream I'd convinced myself that most of it had been a dream already - all except the photo and video of the gyah I had on my phone. And then I finally woke up, and there was my phone. It took me a good five minutes to get up the courage to check it. And I didn't want to because it had been the last thing I'd dreamed, in terrible steaming detail.
One of the worse things about the dream was I couldn't get in touch with Jessie. She was chaperoning FCMG in the War Requiem (minus Gabby Lewis, of course) and I couldn't ring her because either her phone would be off or it would go off mid-performance and that would be Bad. And I can't ring her now because she is a) almost certainly asleep and b) I know for a fact not in the same room as her phone, and I don't wanna wake Bobby or Ruthie... anyway I'm fine because it was a dream.
So there you go. That is why I am up at 3:49am, listening to the actor who was Pike present army-related sitcoms on BBC 7 for the second time today. I heard it at 7:30 too...
And it was so hard to wake up from it because within the dream I'd convinced myself that most of it had been a dream already - all except the photo and video of the gyah I had on my phone. And then I finally woke up, and there was my phone. It took me a good five minutes to get up the courage to check it. And I didn't want to because it had been the last thing I'd dreamed, in terrible steaming detail.
One of the worse things about the dream was I couldn't get in touch with Jessie. She was chaperoning FCMG in the War Requiem (minus Gabby Lewis, of course) and I couldn't ring her because either her phone would be off or it would go off mid-performance and that would be Bad. And I can't ring her now because she is a) almost certainly asleep and b) I know for a fact not in the same room as her phone, and I don't wanna wake Bobby or Ruthie... anyway I'm fine because it was a dream.
So there you go. That is why I am up at 3:49am, listening to the actor who was Pike present army-related sitcoms on BBC 7 for the second time today. I heard it at 7:30 too...