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Oct. 15th, 2004 02:07 amSee, it's when you have one of THOSE nights that you realise you might well indeed be shacked up with the right bird.
When you explain how last night's nightmares involved being licked by a towering dinosaur/demon-thing seperated from you only by a metal fence, which you knew would soon cease being all brotherly and hunt down you and yours, so fled the scene into the crowded night-time school, surrounded by a pitiful moat, failed to tell anyone else about the monster you knew was coming to devour you all and dived headlong into a shallow ditch of muddy rainwater, half-hiding yourself in the grime, wishing you'd drown before the thing got through with eviscerating the innocent people between you and it and finally caught up with you.
And she says "yeah, I get that sometimes, too".
"Yeah, but it licked my face like it knew it was part of my pack or something, like for a while it wasn't after me, maybe it would come for me last because we had something in common, almost tenderly, like a rancor monster crossed with a puppy, you know, like that shit monster at the end of Alien: Resurrection, where Ripley just sinks right down into the writhing masses..."
"yeah, I know what you mean... shit monster, though, wasn't it?..."
Then she puts up with the fact that you're pissed and demand a conversation about the kind of demons that might chase your offspring, and how being the middle or lowest child affects how you deal with the dream in which the floor is a murky lake full of alligators when sharing a bunk; do you rescue your sibling? do you assume they're safe or know what they're doing or simply not care until you get the lights on?
Personally, I assumed ryan was either alligator-meat or on their side. I wasn't particularly selfless as a child.
Last night we both woke every hour into nightmares.
Tonight I'm tucking into smash and beans, writing this twaddle, wondering if I'll have the same in store.
Fuck it. I love dreams.
Speshly nightmares.
When you explain how last night's nightmares involved being licked by a towering dinosaur/demon-thing seperated from you only by a metal fence, which you knew would soon cease being all brotherly and hunt down you and yours, so fled the scene into the crowded night-time school, surrounded by a pitiful moat, failed to tell anyone else about the monster you knew was coming to devour you all and dived headlong into a shallow ditch of muddy rainwater, half-hiding yourself in the grime, wishing you'd drown before the thing got through with eviscerating the innocent people between you and it and finally caught up with you.
And she says "yeah, I get that sometimes, too".
"Yeah, but it licked my face like it knew it was part of my pack or something, like for a while it wasn't after me, maybe it would come for me last because we had something in common, almost tenderly, like a rancor monster crossed with a puppy, you know, like that shit monster at the end of Alien: Resurrection, where Ripley just sinks right down into the writhing masses..."
"yeah, I know what you mean... shit monster, though, wasn't it?..."
Then she puts up with the fact that you're pissed and demand a conversation about the kind of demons that might chase your offspring, and how being the middle or lowest child affects how you deal with the dream in which the floor is a murky lake full of alligators when sharing a bunk; do you rescue your sibling? do you assume they're safe or know what they're doing or simply not care until you get the lights on?
Personally, I assumed ryan was either alligator-meat or on their side. I wasn't particularly selfless as a child.
Last night we both woke every hour into nightmares.
Tonight I'm tucking into smash and beans, writing this twaddle, wondering if I'll have the same in store.
Fuck it. I love dreams.
Speshly nightmares.
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