Iwouldn't call it recurring, but most of my nightmares are pretty mundane. Woke up crying from some where I've been called worthless by various people though. I've once said it speaks volumes about my dreams when I describe one where I was rushed to hospital for a gunshot wound as not a bad one. I woke up when my bf touched said shoulder and I perceived more pain because of that dream.
Strangely enough, I once had a similar dream where I was being pursued by people who wanted me dead for some reason or another, and then a sniper on a roof shot me and I woke up immediately, gasping for breath and with shooting pain through my arm where I'd been "shot." It was surreal.
A lot of my dreams are disturbing in that they often tap into unflattering slices of my life. Last night my dream included snorting a roll in a really low-rent club that was strangely inside of a mall, all the while trying to keep an eye on the guy I had picked out for, well... you know.
I haven't suffered the 'night terrors' in the conventional sense with the devil on my belly. Normally it takes/or it took about one hour of Abba/Simon Garfunkle/and Carly 'spits' Sii...her...shrieking into my eyes before that gymnastic episode reached - culmination. Great times, folks, I recommend the organic honey, honey, mmm, but not in the morning after - 'What the fak!' 'The children's breakfast, oh my God...' .. yes, that wasn't what I came to post.
I woke up crying the Monday before my bf and I went to Devon together because of a nightmare. It was my mother doing the crap that prompted me to go no contact with her. I tried not to wake him, but he woke up anyway, so he held me until I calmed down.
Last night I had a dream that you and I had to rescue @Lifeline from the Antarctic after the penguins were infected with the zombie virus from 28 days later. You with your glock 21 and M&P, me with a bow and arrow....in a blizzard surrounded by flesh eating blood crazed penguins.... when the chopper came it was being piloted by asch and zoup, and I had to choose between you and caden because it could only lift two. I chose her (sorry), and you gave me your admin password and made me promise to look after the forum before turning to face the onrushing penguin horde with a gun in each hand. Then I woke up I feel a compulsion to write it now … "Bergs of Blood"
You need a backing band like Bruce and the E street band In at number one we have Mashers and the fabricant boobs, with their new track "Polyfuckietic chicken." Take it away Mash...
like God Emperor Leto II 's suspensor platform. Or a Baron Harkkonen suit. It would definitely be weeding , with us all as stuffed crocheted plushies of ourselves.
Preferably with "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" as the music... ...and...perhaps brownies or other edibles for wedding weeding cake.
That would work in terms of using the phrase as the name of the band, but I've never been a fan of people having their band tacked on like that. It kind of makes me feel like they think they are more important than the band.
Confession: I denied someone my phone to call a friend they're trying to find. My reason was that, while my phone is cheap as far as smartphones go, this was in a major train station in London, which I am certain has pay phones. I also don't particularly trust strangers in scruffs with two front teeth missing. Too many police documentaries I think.
fuckin A - they aren't just after your phone …. you got a phone mate ? … is right up their with ...got any ciggies... and … you got the time mate... as starters for ten of the victim interview
