haha. um, it was really long, but it didn't turn into a nightmare towards the end, plus it was a little... wierd, in the sense that it was non-weird, you know?
I was at a petrol station filling my car (actually my mum's car; IRL I can't drive and don't own a car) and some asshole was there filling his 4WD and offering $10 to girls who would flash him. (???) I found this offensive for obvious reasons and told him so. He got shirty back, whatever, but it wasn't really a nightmare. I went inside to pay, he was there, he was walking and I saw the tile was slippery and I sort of shoved him and he nearly fell and then I felt SUPER guilty and caught him and apologised profusely. And then I left and it was suddenly dark and he was chasing after me being generally man-in-dark-alley and saying unpleasant things - oh, he had a gun and was shooting at me, but since I had my laptop in my bag it took all the bullets for me (a whole new level of trauma, my baby lappy!) and then I was dialing 111 and no-one was picking up and... then I woke up.
Yeah, I'm not really sure what that was about. Possibly that I've been reading too much about violence against women?
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labellementeuse) wrote2008-02-22 04:43 am
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I find that journal-writing extensively about the nightmare is both soothing and sleep-inducing.
Alternatively, Cute Overload. :-)
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I hope you have food, 'cause I don't.
Nothing I want to eat, anyway.
Which I'm sure any sensible adult would take to mean that I'm not really hungry.
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*sends sleep and thoughts of lovely things*
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I was at a petrol station filling my car (actually my mum's car; IRL I can't drive and don't own a car) and some asshole was there filling his 4WD and offering $10 to girls who would flash him. (???) I found this offensive for obvious reasons and told him so. He got shirty back, whatever, but it wasn't really a nightmare. I went inside to pay, he was there, he was walking and I saw the tile was slippery and I sort of shoved him and he nearly fell and then I felt SUPER guilty and caught him and apologised profusely. And then I left and it was suddenly dark and he was chasing after me being generally man-in-dark-alley and saying unpleasant things - oh, he had a gun and was shooting at me, but since I had my laptop in my bag it took all the bullets for me (a whole new level of trauma, my baby lappy!) and then I was dialing 111 and no-one was picking up and... then I woke up.
Yeah, I'm not really sure what that was about. Possibly that I've been reading too much about violence against women?
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