And I am dreaming in blood-red color

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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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I need to write something

... Can you write the nightmare?

[sovay]

... Can you write the nightmare?

No; it wasn't that kind of nightmare.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

It wasn't that kind of nightmare

More's the pity. If anxiety/horror/fear can be turned to good purpose, that's at least something. When there's nothing but residue of malaise... that's too bad.

Here, have a great song I found on Bandcamp. I wanted to share it with people earlier, but I happened to find it inopportunely close to the tragedy in Sandy Hook. You'll like the lyrics, I think.

[sovay]

Here, have a great song I found on Bandcamp. I wanted to share it with people earlier, but I happened to find it inopportunely close to the tragedy in Sandy Hook. You'll like the lyrics, I think.

Yes. That's a great chorus. Thank you.