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superbadgirlApparently the Upstairs People have today off as well, because I was awoken by run, run, THUMP on repeat for about an hour, starting at 0700. Grrr. So I'm tired from that, and from an energy-sucking dream. All my dreams seem to suck energy lately.
This one involved me going for my daily walk at lunch. I walked along the same street I always do. I heard someone behind me, so I scooted over so they could pass. It was a woman with short, dark hair. She wore a green shirt. She was...me, only thinner and more smiley. I remember thinking that odd, but brushed it off and kept on walking.
I got to one intersection and decided instead of going straight, I'd go down the hill and then loop back. I started down, but noticed quickly the descent was steeper than usual. It's usually pitched at a 30-40 degree angle. This was more like 70-80, but I managed to get down just fine. Near the bottom, I discovered the street I approached wasn't a street at all. It was a rushing river. There were big rocks, and moving water spilled out over the sidewalk. I couldn't take that path after all.
I turned around to go back up the way I came. I couldn't, it was too steep. There were vines all over. I tried to clutch onto them and pull myself up, frantically thinking how I'd be so late in getting back to work. The vines kept tearing free. Instead, I tried to dig footholds into the earth. The soil was loose, and kept falling into my face. Panic swelled.
run, run, THUMP
I woke up.
This one involved me going for my daily walk at lunch. I walked along the same street I always do. I heard someone behind me, so I scooted over so they could pass. It was a woman with short, dark hair. She wore a green shirt. She was...me, only thinner and more smiley. I remember thinking that odd, but brushed it off and kept on walking.
I got to one intersection and decided instead of going straight, I'd go down the hill and then loop back. I started down, but noticed quickly the descent was steeper than usual. It's usually pitched at a 30-40 degree angle. This was more like 70-80, but I managed to get down just fine. Near the bottom, I discovered the street I approached wasn't a street at all. It was a rushing river. There were big rocks, and moving water spilled out over the sidewalk. I couldn't take that path after all.
I turned around to go back up the way I came. I couldn't, it was too steep. There were vines all over. I tried to clutch onto them and pull myself up, frantically thinking how I'd be so late in getting back to work. The vines kept tearing free. Instead, I tried to dig footholds into the earth. The soil was loose, and kept falling into my face. Panic swelled.
run, run, THUMP
I woke up.
