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Apr. 7th, 2004 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI need to get my ass upstairs and write some more. I've been doing almost nothing but play Diablo for three stinking days, it sucks. Part of that is almost definitely due to the fact that I've been having nightmares.
See, when I have nightmares, I don't have ordinary nightmares. Nor do they come in single spies. No. When I have nightmares they're the kind that wake you up screaming and sweating and leave you disoriented and terrified for the next three fucking days. They're the kind of nightmares that pick you up by the throat and wring your bloody neck. These are the Hamas of nightmares. Not the piddling little Earth First of nightmares, these are the fucking Taliban of nightmares. These nightmares take your children hostage and blow up your homes. I hate them. They're inspiring, and I hate them with a vengeance.
Fortunately last night was just a weird dream about learning how to ride a bike. And Mom and my sibs were in it. And the night before was about Michael Wincott and me, snuggling. Which was good. Although why I'm having lots of dreams about celebrities who want to date me... well. No clue.
Ok. Writing time.
See, when I have nightmares, I don't have ordinary nightmares. Nor do they come in single spies. No. When I have nightmares they're the kind that wake you up screaming and sweating and leave you disoriented and terrified for the next three fucking days. They're the kind of nightmares that pick you up by the throat and wring your bloody neck. These are the Hamas of nightmares. Not the piddling little Earth First of nightmares, these are the fucking Taliban of nightmares. These nightmares take your children hostage and blow up your homes. I hate them. They're inspiring, and I hate them with a vengeance.
Fortunately last night was just a weird dream about learning how to ride a bike. And Mom and my sibs were in it. And the night before was about Michael Wincott and me, snuggling. Which was good. Although why I'm having lots of dreams about celebrities who want to date me... well. No clue.
Ok. Writing time.
