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.

Comments

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Goodness, that's awful. I'm very sorry to hear, and I hope you have much, much, much better dreams tonight.

[sovay]

I'm very sorry to hear, and I hope you have much, much, much better dreams tonight.

Thank you. Same to you, if you dreamed anything unwelcomedly weird. (If you dreamed the weird you wanted, more power to you.)

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Same to you, if you dreamed anything unwelcomedly weird. (If you dreamed the weird you wanted, more power to you.)

Thank you. I'm afraid I've not dreamed anything that I remembered very long in the past couple of nights. But there were a number of nightmares to folk on my f-list, on the same night as this one of yours--one friend saw a character she's writing about go through a horrible experience.

I sometimes wish my dreams were weirder, but I suppose it's not wise to wish for such things.