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]

Reminds me of a recurring torture nightmare I had growing up.

At least I've never had those . . . ?

[galdrin.livejournal.com]

They were pretty traumatic at the time. I never told anyone abut them, and they eventually ceased when I grew older. But they were so vivid that in the first 10-15 seconds after I woke up, and knew that I was awake and looking around my bedroom, I was still seeing the nightmare, and that huge water droplet about to drop onto my forehead until the whole thing dimmed and it passed.

I wish I knew where those things came from because, generally speaking, I had a pretty happy and pleasant childhood - pretty unremarkable and boring compared to all the horror stories I hear from all of my close friends and acquaintances.