I should probably just stop sleeping
Last night, I had a horrific nightmare that I walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror – and my lips had a hard extra layer on them, almost black, like an avocado rind. I had to peel them off – two big lip-shaped pieces – to get back to my normal pink smackers.
It wasn’t as bad as the time I dreamed that I…
You know what, I can’t even say it. If I wrote what happened in this dream, I can guarantee that no one would ever come back to this blog again. Some images get burned into the brain forever – and as much as I wish for someone to bear this burden with me, I won’t do it to you. I will martyr myself on the altar of nightmares for your sake.
Don’t say I never did anything for you.
But seriously – what is going on here? WHY am I having these horrible dreams? I don’t watch horror movies. I’ve never witnessed true atrocities. And yet, I go to sleep, and am transported to being the central figure in an episode of “Rescue 911.” The freakshow edition.
Maybe I’m spending too much time alone.
If left to my own devices, I would hang out by myself all the time.
No, really. All the time.
For the past 6 months or so, I have spent most of my free time alone. As an introvert, time to recharge is important – but when does it become too much? When does the self-care become selfish? When does the coddling result in an inadvertent snapped neck?
See. NIGHTMARE.
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tags: Annie Parsons | Bizarre | Creepy | Dreams | Gross
of course, i don’t know the full extent of the dream, but that actually sounds like it could be some prophetic symbolism.
peeling off the old to get to the new and fresh?
new songs?
am i totally out of line?
Rescue 911… haha, you slay me.
The equivalent of 12 solid days by yourself… that’s how long. So I’ve heard.
http://www.slowwave.com/index.php
I laughed hard when I saw this, then when I came down to comment, your ad had turned to “Natural Lip Plumper”. And I laughed even harder.
I have been having dreams about my co-workers. Random. Nothing raunchy, though…
it is a rare event when i wake up from having a wonderful dream. i would say…95% of my dreams are horrifying nightmares or super duper stressful dreams where i am running from something or looking frantically for something or someone i’ll never find. but it’s been this way since i was a little girl. ohhh the stories my mom tells.
i’m visiting my parents in oregon right now and two days ago, i woke up IN THEIR BED from a bad dream. O_O. i’m 28 years old. some things never change.