*goes around creeping herself out*
Werid dreams of late...
You know those dreams where you know you're dreaming in the dream, but it still feels real even after you've woken up? When you know the world that you are dreaming in doesn't exist, but it still is real enough to make you wonder for a cool minute if you actually have woken up at all?
Yeah. Those ones.
Plus, I've been on bar time lately.
Let me explain. In California ( i don't know about elsewhere) they set the clock in the bar ahead anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes so that way they can make sure that they CAN close by 2am.
When I say I'm on bar time, I mean that I'm doing things in advance of when they actually happen... Like picking up my cell the moment before it rings, or wincing a little just before a loud noise, reaching to catch a book or an ink pen just before it falls. That sort of thing.
Pretty much creeps me out. Lasts about a week, sometimes longer, sometimes less than a day... Just happens. Makes me jumpy.
*shrugs*
Read Dylan Thomas (And Death Shall Have No Dominion) and T.S. Eliot (The Hollow Men) again today. Love these guys. Freaky buggers that they are. Read those two poems when you want to give yourself the willies!
Hope the day is treating you all well!
You know those dreams where you know you're dreaming in the dream, but it still feels real even after you've woken up? When you know the world that you are dreaming in doesn't exist, but it still is real enough to make you wonder for a cool minute if you actually have woken up at all?
Yeah. Those ones.
Plus, I've been on bar time lately.
Let me explain. In California ( i don't know about elsewhere) they set the clock in the bar ahead anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes so that way they can make sure that they CAN close by 2am.
When I say I'm on bar time, I mean that I'm doing things in advance of when they actually happen... Like picking up my cell the moment before it rings, or wincing a little just before a loud noise, reaching to catch a book or an ink pen just before it falls. That sort of thing.
Pretty much creeps me out. Lasts about a week, sometimes longer, sometimes less than a day... Just happens. Makes me jumpy.
*shrugs*
Read Dylan Thomas (And Death Shall Have No Dominion) and T.S. Eliot (The Hollow Men) again today. Love these guys. Freaky buggers that they are. Read those two poems when you want to give yourself the willies!
Hope the day is treating you all well!