Gotta post something, if I'm gonna have a post for the day!
Just woke up from a feverish sleep. Cold medication.
Dreamt I was at a carnival, with an all you can eat buffet.
The boy I lost my virginity to -- he had put on weight -- and he hugged me, and seemed much shorter. His cheek was clammy, and when I pulled away from him, he wasn't him! He was a different man, and he got mad at me for not still being delighted to see him.
Next I walked out, and saw another ex-lover working at the carnival. He was throwing away stuffed kittens, into the trash bin, along with uneaten nachos, and the cheese-sauce stained all the kittens soft skin.
I walked away, and another boy hugged me, then another came up and hugged me...
I couldn't get back to my child, waiting for me to take her home and put her to bed.
Finally I got back to her, and at home, one of her dolls came to life, ripping itself from its own arms, and running across the dark living room floor as I boiled water on the stove, and cried.
Ha. Woke up at nineteen minutes to Midnight, and came straight in here to the office.
Instead of writing up this nightmare, I should have used my time more wisely, and edited-up some fluff.
Loud trucks keep driving by, and I wish they'd shut up!
'Course I can't even think, anyway: just woke up and fully medicated.
This probably isn't even my blog!
I'm posting my nightmare to The Deeper Meanings of The East Side Kids.
There: I mentioned them by another name. ;)
-- Maybe someone's smiling!
Should I drink a cup of coffee, or go on back to bed?
Ah! It's eleven fifty nine pm.
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Twenty minutes later -- Added a picture, a label, deleted a phrase, and fixed one MAJOR Freudian Slip.
Ha.
Otherwise, keeping this piece intact, to preserve the nonsense of my super-fast, dreary-eyed writing. ;)
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4 comments:
Cold medication can bring on some rather technicolor dreams, can't it! Of course, everyone will be curious as to what the major Freudian slip was.
Dreams are such fascinating things. That was a quite wacky one! And I'd say forget the coffee and go back to bed, only it's the next day now and far too late for that! :-D
i always have wacky dreams when i have a fever! the one you described is definitely up there with the wackiest i've ever had though ;)
John: I suffer from pretty strange, and vivid dreams anyway, but fever, and especially medication, really enhances 'em. Like hooking a guitar up to an amp.
As for the Freudian Slip: Ha. Well, I originally wrote, "Dreamt I was a carnival," instead of 'at' a carnival.
So the rest of the line, and even the rest of the dream, would have been rendered a bit more sexual.
If this were a short story or a novel, though, instead of a blog, I probably would have kept it that way. The three things I most love to present in the form of an abstract metaphor, are 'Religion', 'Death', and 'Sex'.
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dKoren: Hi!!
I was just wondering about you...noticed you hadn't updated your blog in a while, and hoped you were okay.
Just saw in my 'following' dashboard-thing, where you had updated, and thought, "Yay! She's back." And now a comment, too. :)
Good to hear from you.
And don't worry, I skipped the coffee...but I didn't go back to bed for a while. Was so wide awake!
I don't think it's gonna be a problem tonight, though. I feel tens time worse (than last night), and I promised my pillow I'd be right back. ;)
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Artman: I guess fever just does that to people; though I seem to average a good nightmare, at least once a week.
Hope you're having sweet dreams tonight. :)
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