But I shouldn't have. I should have stayed up!!!
I got to sweat through a fucking scary nightmare. Or should that be 'morningmare'?
If any of you have seen the movie "Session Nine"...imagine my delight when part of my dream took me down shadowy
corridors like that one in the basement where all the lights start going out when the guy's only half way through it.
And the 'people/creatures' that were roaming around after me...::shudder::
I hate the residual fear/creeped-out feeling that lingers for a couple of hours after these kinds of dreams.
I think I'm going to give up sleeping if I'm gonna be scared shitless whenever I do it. mommy!
I think it's safe to go turn off every light in the house now. I know now it was just a dream.
It was just a dream right?
edit: I remembered more strangeness that is my sleeping brain...
After I 'escaped' above mentioned 'monsters', I found myself sitting in somebody's livingroom listening to a woman who looked startlingly like Nicole Kidman offering to go buy dresses for me.
What the fu-?!