This is mostly Ketchgirl’s fault ( Read more... )

I just got a late winterfest gifting. Or nameday gifting. Or somedayorother gifting. I just got gifted a dug up WWI bayonet.

Okay, I'm guessing most other people would have one of the following or a mix of the following reactions:
So ( Read more... )

"What? What noise?"
'You keep shoutin’. Some of the lads are getting’ a bit peeved.'
"What?"
'Ssh... Kerrish, you look a bit rough.'Most of last night was spent half-awake and not wanting to move an inch because if I moved I'd fall into the nightmare that wasn't mine. Eventually enough of my neurons banded together to point out that a) this was ( Read more... )

...You won't hear another word from me. Promise."

Psychosymatic neurasthenia?
Fuck off neurons, that's not funny either. Whilst I laud your internal consistency (hallucination of trenches followed by night of shellshock), I really feel this is a game you ought to cease playing if for no other reason than I don't think I slept last night - although ( Read more... )

Years back when I was being particularly crazy I had occasional hallucinations. They were different from daydreams/imaginings in the fact that they weren't wanted, couldn't be predicted or controlled and had weird flashes of other sensory input as well as a hideous inescapable feel to them like a nightmare. I knew at the time they were ( Read more... )

I dreamt Kieron came round. He seemed well and still wore his ankh. Ever difficult and with an edge of self-depreciation, he wanted to know why I'd invited him to visit, angling to get me to say 'so I could ask you out'. I looked askance at him and batted back with equal amounts of obtuse self-depreciation, 'Why on earth did you come?'. I seem to ( Read more... )