Or is it a daydream gone wrong?
It only happens in Sydney. IDK if it's the feng shui of my room or my body warning me but it's not the first time I woke up in tears and sweat.
These-- I'm not going to call them nightmares-- These visions scare the crap out of me. It's always some sort of disaster or emergency. I think the first time was a bomb threat and my mother refused to leave without my father. Another time, it was a tsunami. Today (right after brunch I took a nap since I felt sick the night before), it was an earthquake and
sukuishi was with me as our dorm swayed and collapsed. The altar in my real house (my family is Buddhist unlike myself and my brother) got moved to under my bed and the arrangement of my room was-- not my room.
I wonder if I can blame Alice in Wonderland for this. Perhaps this is a punishment for napping.
I need to get myself together. Now. It's not real Christine and everyone's safe. Stop imagining.