[personal profile] eveglass
For the second day in the last three, I've woken up out of sleep with an extremely disturbing dream still in my head. In fact, this morning I woke up because it was so disturbing.

Long story short, I was strung up in a cabin in the woods with a psychotic boyfriend / ex-boyfrend (something like that), who looked vaguely like the Joker from Batman before he put on his makeup. As the dream progressed, he got progressively more crazy, until he decided that to prove I was still loyal to him he would cut off my fingers and toes, one by one.

I struggled, I pleaded, I screamed. Nothing helped. He put my foot on a cutting board over a bucket, and I couldn't pull it away from him. I finally started awake just as the meat cleaver came down on my right baby toe.

My alarm goes off in 20 minutes, but there is is no way in hell I'm going back to sleep after that.

Date: 2008-04-13 12:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] susieaily.livejournal.com
Oh, ~hugs~

Date: 2008-04-13 01:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eveglass.livejournal.com
Thanks. I appreciate it.

Date: 2008-04-13 01:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jtdiii.livejournal.com
Your taste in boyfriends is too good to actually connect with someone that crazy.

Sorry you are having such vivid nightmares.

Date: 2008-04-13 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eveglass.livejournal.com
Thanks.

Despite appearances, I think the dream actually has to do with money, not relationships. Just before I went to bed last night, I was trying to figure out whether I'd be able to afford to move out on the money I'll (theoretically) be making at my new job, and the short answer was, "no, not unless I'm willing to make some hard sacrifices." I think the whole fingers-and-toes thing was a manifestation of trying to cut out valued-but-not-technically-necessary parts of my budget.

Date: 2008-04-13 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fianaclare.livejournal.com
Next time, I recommend grabbing the gun over the fireplace and blowing the psycho's head off. Yes, of course there's a rifle over the fireplace. You're in a cabin in the woods. And it is loaded. I loaded it myself. And if the creep has unloaded the rifle, remember that I packed a pistol in your suitcase, in the tampon box. (He'll never think to look there.)

Date: 2008-04-13 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eveglass.livejournal.com
This made me laugh. Thank you.

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