And they might have froze before that noose got to them

[sovay]

All night I dreamed about dying. Every time—I was shot once, bleeding out; another time, I had some kind of wasting illness—I woke up instead of never opening my eyes again, but whenever I fell back into the dream, there was a different death to go through. Some of the circumstances, waterspouts, unmoored islands, shell-like crusts of uninhabited buildings in the middle of cities where I've lived, might have made intriguing story material if I hadn't been distracted by the endless iterations of mortality, none of them opera-clean. Today fails auspices.

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[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

It's rotten when that happens--true "dreamsickness". I had interlocking dreams as well, though all I can recall is that I think they involved A) Doctor Who and B) zombies. Folding back and forth through time, trying in vain to avert some sort of disaster, but it always kept happening, no matter what. Also: Mold.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Yes mold. I've had ones with mold, too.

[sovay]

though all I can recall is that I think they involved A) Doctor Who and B) zombies.

Which I'm willing to bet at least episode of Doctor Who actually does . . .

Also: Mold.

What kind of mold?

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

Black, furry mold. Like what you find inside shower-curtains sometimes.