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Trouble With Dreams
Jun. 1st, 2006 11:48 amOkay, now I'm remembering bits of my terrifying and/or strange dreams and it gives me no comfort.
Last night, I tossed and turned just to get to sleep and when I did, I dreamt I was stuck in an elevator with a tenant from Job 2 who always gives me the cold shoulder. The lights flickered, and the letter L flashed repeatedly on the number thingie (what is that called, anyway?). I think L stood for lobby, and yet there was a perpetual feeling that we were plummeting to our deaths. And still the tenant wouldn't give me the time of day.
Then I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was rushing into my 8th grade English class with Mrs. Swartz, the evilest of them all, and she berated me over and over, asking if I was prepared. I didn't ask for what I should be prepared, but replied instead, "No, I'm not prepared. I spent the night screaming in a falling elevator. I'm a little frazzled."
I took the morning off from work, for the record, and tried to regain some actual restful sleep. The cheep-cheep of birds outside kept me awake for a long time. I must have slept, for I dreamt that I started collecting rocks on my way to and from work so that I could hurl them at the annoying birds in the future.
Last night, I tossed and turned just to get to sleep and when I did, I dreamt I was stuck in an elevator with a tenant from Job 2 who always gives me the cold shoulder. The lights flickered, and the letter L flashed repeatedly on the number thingie (what is that called, anyway?). I think L stood for lobby, and yet there was a perpetual feeling that we were plummeting to our deaths. And still the tenant wouldn't give me the time of day.
Then I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I was rushing into my 8th grade English class with Mrs. Swartz, the evilest of them all, and she berated me over and over, asking if I was prepared. I didn't ask for what I should be prepared, but replied instead, "No, I'm not prepared. I spent the night screaming in a falling elevator. I'm a little frazzled."
I took the morning off from work, for the record, and tried to regain some actual restful sleep. The cheep-cheep of birds outside kept me awake for a long time. I must have slept, for I dreamt that I started collecting rocks on my way to and from work so that I could hurl them at the annoying birds in the future.
