Then, I was going to write about the lovely little trip to Victoria I just had, beautiful weather, good food and 6 episodes all in a row of the Muppet Show, what more could any one want on a mini-hols?
I also had something to write about the strange man I ran into a while ago (from my post "Safe and Sound"), as he seems to me following me about. Seeing the same person 3 times in 15 minutes aimlessly driving around the neighbourhood as I make my way home from shopping makes me nervous.
He always waves and smiles and I just walk a little faster.
I was going to write about all of those things, but the dreams I had last night kept me distracted and disturbed all day.
I dreamt of murder and rape and hideous torture. I was merely a watcher in the distance, but it was still so grim...kidnapped women tormented and cut, and once death relieved them from their agony, necrophilia.
I awoke feeling dirty and saddened that there was nothing I could do, with a horrible headache settling in at the back of my head.
Dreams are such odd things.
They can elate you or leave you weeping as you wake.
I had no part in any of this one, but it still settled over my shoulders, a dark and heavy cloak.
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My dream the other day was more Andrew Lloyd Webber than your American Psycho-kind, but it still left me shuddering with sobs as I awoke.
I was the self-sacrificing older sister in the musical "The Woman in White" singing 'All for Laura' with gut-wrenching sorrow after the death of her sister.
I know, I know, it's a Victorian melodrama...but it sure felt real and powerful while I was experiencing it.
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