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Dec. 2nd, 2009 06:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesade... Okay! Well, if they'd done Sylar like that, more people might still be watching Heroes.
Or they might be hiding behind the couch. Or under it.
I have no idea what in the world's blazing hell prompted that nightmare but I never want to have it again. Ever. I don't even remember how he escalated but it was something about a telekinetic serial killer and kitchen knives and holding a bunch of people hostage in a room and a self-inflicted trans-orbital lobotomy so I was having to talk to, very calmly, a man with the hilt of a carving knife or something sticking out of his head just above his eye and blood all over his face. While he brandished another knife at everyone claiming they'd see, or be enlightened or something. This after I'd been walking up and down on the phone to my family trying to say goodbye without saying goodbye or something strange like that.
The fact that he seemed to glom onto me as the only sympathetic person in the office-building type building was not reassuring or helpful. In any way. Gah. What the hell brain?
I woke up at 5.30 with that one. I may go back to bed for a bit; no exercises are going to happen today, back still twitchy. No worse than it was yesterday, and a hot shower did help, so maybe a whole lot of slow stretching and heat applications will eventually finish the job. Ugh.
Or they might be hiding behind the couch. Or under it.
I have no idea what in the world's blazing hell prompted that nightmare but I never want to have it again. Ever. I don't even remember how he escalated but it was something about a telekinetic serial killer and kitchen knives and holding a bunch of people hostage in a room and a self-inflicted trans-orbital lobotomy so I was having to talk to, very calmly, a man with the hilt of a carving knife or something sticking out of his head just above his eye and blood all over his face. While he brandished another knife at everyone claiming they'd see, or be enlightened or something. This after I'd been walking up and down on the phone to my family trying to say goodbye without saying goodbye or something strange like that.
The fact that he seemed to glom onto me as the only sympathetic person in the office-building type building was not reassuring or helpful. In any way. Gah. What the hell brain?
I woke up at 5.30 with that one. I may go back to bed for a bit; no exercises are going to happen today, back still twitchy. No worse than it was yesterday, and a hot shower did help, so maybe a whole lot of slow stretching and heat applications will eventually finish the job. Ugh.