The Wee Democracy

good night's rest my ass

last night i had this dream wherein i was running through my neighborhood, trying to dodge and weave amidst the battered bond-o colored rustbuckets that pass for cars in this joint, and hide from a deranged englishman bent on violating my person in that the most horrible of ways.

now, i had told troy at work about "i'll sleep when i'm dead" which features a random young man being acosted and raped by malcolm mcdowell. surely this played a part in influencing my dream. but this is not the first fucked up dream i've had this week.

the other night i dreamed that leah invited me to a party at that huge barnes and noble on 18th and broadway, and then promptly said i'm going to another party...you can't come, thusly abandoning me in the city. this was just a traumatic dream, because i remember feeling very up for the beginning of it, and then dealing with the subsequent unraveling at being rejected and ditched by my sister at the zenith of said happy feelings. it sucked, and i remember being depressed by it when i first woke.

and then a couple of days after that, i was an airborne witness to an earthquake, in which i saw the teeming masses scrambling from the fastly splitting surface, being swalloed by the abyss. i was, for some reason dictated by dream logic, riding in a helicopter, and i distincntly remember the face of one young woman, who'd climbed a tree, looking up at me terrified, and pleading with me as the tree sank into the earth. that was pretty goddamn horrifying, and my heart was pounding when i woke up.

once, when i was around 18, i had this nightmare that was so horrifying, i still remember it. and the most fucked up part of it was that i woke up from the dream, like three times, and kept falling back into it as soon as i returned to sleep. notice how that happens? you can have a nightmare, wake up, go back to sleep and you're right back in the fuckin dream. but when you're in a huge white bed with a nude brooke shields, you're desperately trying to trick yourself into not waking up, and when you do its all gone, never to return.

i don't even get sexy dreams anymore. unless by sexy, you mean the threat of non-consensual intercontinental buggery, then yeah, i get those.



feeling: beat
thinking of: high school animosity
song of the day: chapel of love - the crystals
i'm sorry....shit's just upbeat