Unfortunately, when I was doing that this morning, I was unaware of the fact that I was still dreaming.
So, I was planning my escape route alright, but from my teenage bedroom in Alderley Edge. I was thinking where I could run to in order to get help, as a murderous burglar was moving about the house. In my memory, the police-station was up the hill (I don't think it is) & I was wondering what (if anything) would be open, not knowing what time of night it was, but at least there was a main road outside, & a hotel across the street.
As I was planning this, & trying to remember where my mobile phone was (could I dial silently for the police? Should I hide it in my underwear in case I was captured?) & the real world started to edge into the dream, the burglar got into bed alongside me.
Weird... this was a single bed, wasn't it? Isn't there another larger bed in the room? Why didn't he get into that one?
I hope he doesn't see me! I don't want to get hurt! He's really close, now, &... he's naked... & his feet are really big & cold...
At which point, the alarm went off & I woke up properly, &, duh, it was cavalorn, & my heart was pounding like crazy.
Note to self: stop reading break-in/murder case about pregnant victim near bedtime.
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Date: 2007-12-04 12:05 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, when I was doing that this morning, I was unaware of the fact that I was still dreaming.
So, I was planning my escape route alright, but from my teenage bedroom in Alderley Edge. I was thinking where I could run to in order to get help, as a murderous burglar was moving about the house. In my memory, the police-station was up the hill (I don't think it is) & I was wondering what (if anything) would be open, not knowing what time of night it was, but at least there was a main road outside, & a hotel across the street.
As I was planning this, & trying to remember where my mobile phone was (could I dial silently for the police? Should I hide it in my underwear in case I was captured?) & the real world started to edge into the dream, the burglar got into bed alongside me.
Weird... this was a single bed, wasn't it? Isn't there another larger bed in the room? Why didn't he get into that one?
I hope he doesn't see me! I don't want to get hurt! He's really close, now, &... he's naked... & his feet are really big & cold...
At which point, the alarm went off & I woke up properly, &, duh, it was
Note to self: stop reading break-in/murder case about pregnant victim near bedtime.
So... um... yeah... no zombies, no burglar.