Mr Sandman, bring me a not-so-jacked-up dream…
Four minutes till 2 a.m., eh? Goodie. I’ve been sitting here, wide-eyed in the dark now for ten minutes. I’m trying to decide if I should go back to bed, or stay up a little longer. I went to bed around 11 or so, only to wake up at a surprising hour of 1:25 a.m. (it feels much later) by a strange dream I had. All I really remember about it now, was me and four other people holding hands in a circle and some woman who studied demonology was standing in the middle, telling us to “not let them get to us when we go down there.” So we headed into a small basement, that was apparently full of demons. I remember one hideously grotesque blond woman approaching our group, and she started laughing, “I can read all of your lies! Everything you think about eachother, I know!” I remember trying very hard to keep my mind clear and not lose it, because here I was, staring at a demon.
Scratch, scratch.
Is this part of my dream?
Scraaaaaaaaatch, scratch.
Guess not. Anyone want to take a stab at what it was? I’ll give it up - Rowena laying on her back with the underwire out of one of my favourite black bras hanging out of her mouth, the trimmed claws of her back feet sliding down the wall.
Lovely.
After much slamming around, trying not to kill myself in the dark, fishing blindly underneath the wood chair stuffed between the wall and the dresser, I found the FUNNEST TOY EVER! and threw it in my drawer. And here I sit. I’m going to go, as quickly as I came. Hopefully when I close my eyes this time, I won’t see creepy demon girl trying to read my thoughts. Or will I?
That’s what I get for watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind before bed.
