Chris

I woke up at 3:30 AM because Kit woke up. They babbled on their own for like 10 minutes, then went back to sleep. So I went back to sleep. As happens, I dreamt very vividly about whatever. What I remember of it was hearing Kit sleep-fuss and seeing the time was past when I should've been up.

I snapped awake. You know that feeling you get when you know you've slept through your alarm, and you're just enjoying a moment of peace before you have to bolt up and make up for that lost time? That was me.

Except I woke up at 6 AM, a half hour before my first alarm, and Kit was solidly asleep.

My brain: a total fuckin' troll.

Dream-time.

( Weird shit. )

I had a dream that an ex of mine (from like a million years ago) was still my boyfriend, and was living with me in my house.  ( Hm. TW abusive stuff. )

In real life, he was never anything even remotely close to that type of person at all.  So what the actual fuck, brain.

I had one of the weirdestly awful dreams yet.

( Waugh, what, gross. )

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I had a dream that felt like I'd had it before, but I'm not sure.  I was with, of all folk, the people from Firefly.  We were moving through the streets, seeing all the dead and restructured things, because one 8yo girl was possessed by this... thing.  When it left her to possess others, it took the form of a cloud of black flies.  We were trying to protect this woman with us, but we failed.

We ended up in the house (large, by the sea), and the girl was my sister (note: not my actual sister).  I found that my Magic was there and had become possessed, but the possession doesn't work well with cats.  Shall we say.

I woke up crying that I didn't want to go through it again, and I left my poor kitty there, and I'm so sorry.

Fucking dammit, brain, stop sucking.

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I had a dream that I was in a recurring situation.  David Tennant... was... sort of there.  It was clear he wasn't entirely the Doctor, but I clearly wasn't talking to the actor, so, dunno.

The main part was underground, in a cafeteria-like place.  He would talk with someone, a special (taller, thinner, particoloured) someone from the crowd, and eventually they would fight, and during the battle... everything would reset.

I tried to convince people that this was going to happen again, because I kept the memory whereas others didn't, but it never worked.  At best, they realised right as the reset occurred.

At one point, I talked to him about this, rather than to the others.  He was leaning against the railing, and he seemed sad that this had to happen, but resigned to his fate, as though there he could do nothing to change the way of things.

I woke up a whole lot, because I didn't want to be stuck there any more.

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I had a dream that people were infiltrating the school.  They were trying to learn its methods and ways.  The fuckers couldn't find a way in after a certain level, though.

You know, I go away for just a little while, and this is what happens.  Christ.

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I dreamt that I was CEO of a company.  I don't know what it did.  I told the handful of close-to-me folk the story of the person who was juggling bowling ball pins.  How someone came up to them and said, "How do you do that, over and over, without missing?"  And so I talked about how the juggler just put their hand where the pin would be.  Somehow, this was profound.

*shrugs*

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Excuse me, there's never been a bus depot in my city.

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I had a dream that my high school best friend and I had had a falling out, and so I had myself committed.  I was in a dingy jail cell, with a fan and some blankets and some books I was stacking.

The psychologist came in to check on me, and I was so full of bitterness, but at the same time, I was so relieved -- that I could just be crazy for a little while, and not have to be any kind of person.  Then she came in, to complain about how she hadn't been able to get any sleep.  See, she'd been committed as well, and was in the cell next to me.  The bitterness increased, as I offered to move cells so she wouldn't have to hear the fan.


On waking up, I felt really awkward.

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