And they might have froze before that noose got to them
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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My co-workers and I have determined that this week can go to hell and burn.
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May tonight bring you as many dreams of rebirth ... wait, the first image that came to mind when I wrote that was some morphing into a sea creature, which could involve tearing and stretching and other unpleasantries ... but then, is the thought of sea creatures ever anything but bliss to you? Here's to dreams that will allow rejuvenating sleep.
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*looks around the room for pleasantly distracting objects* Um, would reading a draft of a Swinburne-inspired poem about Utena make you feel any better? (It's okay if the answer is no.)
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waterspouts, umoored islands, shell-like crusts of uninhabited buildings--yes, those are intriguing. And, you are not, in fact, dead, after all, so--story?
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Nine
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call me if you want ~ I'm done with trig exam and have open time/chem lab which I can step out of to take a call
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Seems like it was the night for it, from other comments. I had uneasy dreams too, though I think I never actually died. Just a lot of blood and something dire that I needed to know and didn't.
Was the weather changing everywhere?
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Dude, seriously. I'm looking at these comments. It's ridiculous.
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It wouldn't hurt me. I just can't promise any useful feedback: I have never seen Utena.
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I'm used to dreams where the people I love die; I've been having those off and on for the last three years. It's just slightly unusual for it to be me.
I had dreams of being a ghost for a month after being killed in my dreams by my nemesis.
There might be a story in that: if you are killed by your nemesis in your dreams, what do you wake up as?
It's good to know that what they say about dying in dreams is untrue. Unless of course, what they're saying is that it kind of sucks.
Yeah. I remember the first time I had a falling dream where I hit the ground. My bones splintered and it hurt a lot. I woke up feeling very betrayed. Also slightly surprised to be in one piece.
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My brain is even more scrambled today than usual, but I think I meant it as a sign of trust: i.e., you can look at my draft if you want to, even though I usually don't let people see things until they're absolutely finished. But it's rather like a cat leaving a dead mouse on the doorstep: this is what I had to offer at the moment, rather than what you necessarily want. So instead I offer my sympathy and wishes for better dreams henceforward.
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No idea. The last thing I'd been reading before bed was Emily of New Moon and mostly remembering how much the dialect and deliberate misspelling annoys me, which I always forget when thinking about the book. But it's not particularly fatal!
but then, is the thought of sea creatures ever anything but bliss to you? Here's to dreams that will allow rejuvenating sleep.
Thank you.
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Which I'm willing to bet at least episode of Doctor Who actually does . . .
Also: Mold.
What kind of mold?
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At least I've never had those . . . ?
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Thank you.
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See reply to
And, you are not, in fact, dead, after all, so--story?
I'll see if I can . . .
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That's useful to know. I was going to blame it on Mercury, which for once probably didn't do anything.
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Gah—I suspect you are no longer in chem lab. I may try you anyway.
*hugs*
Thank you.
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I don't think so. None of the dreams were particularly war-related: just full of dying. Maybe in some incredibly sublimated fashion . . .
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Ergh. I'm sorry.
Was the weather changing everywhere?
I know!
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Thank you. Send the poem anyway. I don't mind surrealism.
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Ouch.
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Thank you. Same to you, if you dreamed anything unwelcomedly weird. (If you dreamed the weird you wanted, more power to you.)
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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.
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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.
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This question has been haunting me all weekend. I think there is a story in that. It could also be that d|p has been playing Kingdom Hearts all weekend, and the transition of souls (hearts) in that setting is a little confusing and difficult to parse.