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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[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.