[32] Bad Nightmare
Jan. 12th, 2006 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
filmnoirI just woke up not long ago from one of the worst nightmares I've ever had. I am so charged I can hardly sit still. So let me tell you of the dream before it fully escapes me:
I am playing in a pool hall that is unnaturally darker than most halls--lots of shadows and uneven lighting--and I am slotted to play for my team (the area team of course) and I am excited about playing but I am consigned to watching everyone else go before me so ultimately I feel a little frustrated for not being able to help our team which is winning, then the dream shifts to a dining room table where sits a man I've never seen before with reddish blonde hair who is tearing up page-sized photos of people on a beach and saying sarcastically "You won't need these" but is stopped by a woman's voice deeply toned by anguish who says "Don't you dare!", then the dream shifts to my work office and a man with a ballcap on in front of me who has the most intense hate and anger I've ever seen in a person who lifts a small gun up and shoots me three times in the chest, the impact feeling like I was getting hit by a baseball bat, the force of which knocks me to the floor and I look up at the ceiling tiles and the thoughts running through my head are "I have to tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her..." but for some reason my voice fails me and my mouth just opens with no sounds coming out...
And that is when I woke up, my voice feeling like it had shouted or screamed during all this which I probably did. I feel like I'm in a hyperaccelerated state of consciousness like my body just went through a power surge and I won't even begin to try to sleep again soon. I suspect I'm going to need serious coffee to get me through the afternoon at work today.
~avec plaisir~
I am playing in a pool hall that is unnaturally darker than most halls--lots of shadows and uneven lighting--and I am slotted to play for my team (the area team of course) and I am excited about playing but I am consigned to watching everyone else go before me so ultimately I feel a little frustrated for not being able to help our team which is winning, then the dream shifts to a dining room table where sits a man I've never seen before with reddish blonde hair who is tearing up page-sized photos of people on a beach and saying sarcastically "You won't need these" but is stopped by a woman's voice deeply toned by anguish who says "Don't you dare!", then the dream shifts to my work office and a man with a ballcap on in front of me who has the most intense hate and anger I've ever seen in a person who lifts a small gun up and shoots me three times in the chest, the impact feeling like I was getting hit by a baseball bat, the force of which knocks me to the floor and I look up at the ceiling tiles and the thoughts running through my head are "I have to tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her..." but for some reason my voice fails me and my mouth just opens with no sounds coming out...
And that is when I woke up, my voice feeling like it had shouted or screamed during all this which I probably did. I feel like I'm in a hyperaccelerated state of consciousness like my body just went through a power surge and I won't even begin to try to sleep again soon. I suspect I'm going to need serious coffee to get me through the afternoon at work today.
~avec plaisir~
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Date: 2006-01-12 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-12 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-12 07:05 pm (UTC)Sounds like you've got some kind of pressure weighing on you in real life. I hope things are okay.
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Date: 2006-01-12 07:38 pm (UTC)