And I am dreaming in blood-red color

[sovay]

This morning I had nightmares so bad I had to look at my cellphone to see whether they'd happened. If it was Saturday, they hadn't; if it was Sunday, they had. It was Saturday, so I fell back asleep and dreamed I had tickets to a production of Julius Caesar that was about two-thirds the one Harriet Walter is currently starring in, but the events of the first nightmare had still happened. I am waiting for e-mails and worried about technology. I am sleeping hours less than I have since before Florida and dreaming badly when I do.

I need to write something.

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[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

*hugs*, dude.

I had a pretty bad nightmare two nights ago; it started out with Bradbury narrating an English Martian Chronicles, and rockets thawing the frost in a country graveyard, then dissolved into some nasty dystopian shit. This flatblock had become a rotting mental hospital: sidelong grins in the dark, a murderer in a chrysalis. The ending was so disturbing that I had to blot it out. I don't know what Ray did to me to deserve doing *that* voiceover.

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it started out with Bradbury narrating an English Martian Chronicles, and rockets thawing the frost in a country graveyard, then dissolved into some nasty dystopian shit. This flatblock had become a rotting mental hospital: sidelong grins in the dark, a murderer in a chrysalis.

If you can do anything with that, damn. Otherwise I'm just glad you got your head out of there.

*hugs accepted and returned*