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Nightmares
May. 9th, 2005 06:29 am* I dreamt my brother had fallen on the wrong side of a vigilante gang. They'd decided to strangle him. I'd arrived just in time to slip my hands beneath the wire and gain an inch for him to breathe. Then I realized it wasn't a noose, but a garrote and I'd not only brought him a 1/2 inch closer to death, but was going to lose my fingers as well.
* I dreamt my friends were cannibals. We were in the middle of eating a friend who had her heartbroken. We'd decided to put her out of her misery. Not only was she sad, her constant moaning was irritating. But not wanting to waste a good meal, we decided to eat her as well. I felt I had to put on a happy face so that I wouldn't be the next meal.
* I dreamt aliens had taken over the earth and the human race was enslaved. Everyone was packed off to their various duties, except for three in the captured group. I was one of them.
"Why do you think you weren't chosen?" the capturer asked. (A human who was slaving on behalf of the aliens.)
"I don't know," I said. For some reason despite the fact that we were all slaves and an uncertain and potentially cruel situation awaited us, I felt like the last person to be chosen for the kickball team.
"Do you think you're pretty?" the slaver asked.
"No," I answered, standing taller and looking him in the eye, "I'm not pretty, I'm beautiful."
He laughed at me. "Maybe if you dyed your hair (blond) and lost some weight you'd be passable for humans, but I'm afraid you're frame is impossible for aliens." (Who were tall, willowy, fair types, and looked not unlike elves from LOtR.) "You should consider yourself lucky we're letting you live at all. Keep your head down, your mouth shut, and maybe you'll survive."
* I dreamt my friends were cannibals. We were in the middle of eating a friend who had her heartbroken. We'd decided to put her out of her misery. Not only was she sad, her constant moaning was irritating. But not wanting to waste a good meal, we decided to eat her as well. I felt I had to put on a happy face so that I wouldn't be the next meal.
* I dreamt aliens had taken over the earth and the human race was enslaved. Everyone was packed off to their various duties, except for three in the captured group. I was one of them.
"Why do you think you weren't chosen?" the capturer asked. (A human who was slaving on behalf of the aliens.)
"I don't know," I said. For some reason despite the fact that we were all slaves and an uncertain and potentially cruel situation awaited us, I felt like the last person to be chosen for the kickball team.
"Do you think you're pretty?" the slaver asked.
"No," I answered, standing taller and looking him in the eye, "I'm not pretty, I'm beautiful."
He laughed at me. "Maybe if you dyed your hair (blond) and lost some weight you'd be passable for humans, but I'm afraid you're frame is impossible for aliens." (Who were tall, willowy, fair types, and looked not unlike elves from LOtR.) "You should consider yourself lucky we're letting you live at all. Keep your head down, your mouth shut, and maybe you'll survive."
