I feel like a sack of hammers today. After getting back from Sudbury (more on that later), I spent the afternoon and evening reading Armada submissions—which must have bled into my subconscious because I had awful nightmares last night. The first and worst had me on some kind of prison work program. I was in the back of a van with three other prisoners, on our way to go pick up garbage at the side of the highway or something, and this creepy fucker kept threatening me with a shiv he’d snuck on board. When I wouldn’t go along with… certain ideas he had, he cut my Achilles tendon. I woke up right afterward, totally freaked out. About an hour later I finally managed to drift off again, and ended up in a kind of War of the Worlds scenario. Not nearly as scary, that one, but it was super-long and totally exhausting.
So, dreams. What are you dreaming about these days? Or are you even dreaming at all?
So, dreams. What are you dreaming about these days? Or are you even dreaming at all?
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Man, I am exhausted.
M Hand: Beatrix. Sorry. This dream didn't involve a gang of squirrels inhabiting an in-utero forest, speaking a variant of English without any vowels (sqrls), and running a sort of pre-partum seminar for fetuses, would it?
Lambchop: Give me that, you little shit!
I have so many it's ridiculous.
I had some strange ones when we were camping, one in particular involved you an me driving around the country in a golf cart trying to set some odd land speed record.
I wish I was kidding.