I had a terrible nightmare last night. I was trapped in a cabin at a ski resort with my ex (Raven's mom). She was pregnant again by her most recent ex (and current bf? i think i ranted about their creepiness in an earlier entry) but she professing her overwhelming attraction to me after sustaining severe head trauma. There was no else to watch over her, so she kept make obscene proposals to me as she lay on the couch in deep delirium. *shudder*
Ugh, I woke up feeling so creeped out; I'm tempted to go shower again, but this time with steel wool pads and kerosene. Why can't I have normal nightmares, like getting eaten by werewolves or falling off a cliff? Yuck, I'll have to see her today too, dammit! I think the recent ex (the redheaded evil) was in the dream some how too, but I'm already far too mentally violated already to want to remember her part in this menagerie of horror (whore)?
The heat is probably to blame; the humidity is actually increasing from its already staggering saturation. I woke up hot and sticky, but not in the good way that I remember from 7th grade. I tried to go back to sleep in the hopes that my ex would be replaced by someone I wouldn't mind hearing such things from, but no luck was to be found there. I just laid there awhile, drowsy and filled with existential dread, which is how I usually wake up in the morning. I also gave serious consideration that the dream was a message from a Higher Power; a sign that I should consider the exciting, high-paced job market of being a eunuch. Well, maybe it wouldn't be exciting or high-paced, but I'm certain that there's an even higher demand for them than in centuries. Think about it: many companies are being hit hard financially by multiple sexual harassment suits. The solution? Hire eunuchs. Eunuchs don't have any sex to harass anyone with, so they'd make perfect middle management types. Well, someone might file a suit due to being offended by the eunuch openly mourning the lost of his balls while standing around the water cooler, but for the most part this would work wonders.
I think I want to take another shower.
Update: She actually looked pretty good today when I went to pick up my daughter, and when I realized I noticed that, my mental scars were furtherer aggravated. Ew! I will never be clean now, so I'm going to find away to shed like a snake...it's the only way now. Other than the creepy dream stuff, today was okay.
Ugh, I woke up feeling so creeped out; I'm tempted to go shower again, but this time with steel wool pads and kerosene. Why can't I have normal nightmares, like getting eaten by werewolves or falling off a cliff? Yuck, I'll have to see her today too, dammit! I think the recent ex (the redheaded evil) was in the dream some how too, but I'm already far too mentally violated already to want to remember her part in this menagerie of horror (whore)?
The heat is probably to blame; the humidity is actually increasing from its already staggering saturation. I woke up hot and sticky, but not in the good way that I remember from 7th grade. I tried to go back to sleep in the hopes that my ex would be replaced by someone I wouldn't mind hearing such things from, but no luck was to be found there. I just laid there awhile, drowsy and filled with existential dread, which is how I usually wake up in the morning. I also gave serious consideration that the dream was a message from a Higher Power; a sign that I should consider the exciting, high-paced job market of being a eunuch. Well, maybe it wouldn't be exciting or high-paced, but I'm certain that there's an even higher demand for them than in centuries. Think about it: many companies are being hit hard financially by multiple sexual harassment suits. The solution? Hire eunuchs. Eunuchs don't have any sex to harass anyone with, so they'd make perfect middle management types. Well, someone might file a suit due to being offended by the eunuch openly mourning the lost of his balls while standing around the water cooler, but for the most part this would work wonders.
I think I want to take another shower.
Update: She actually looked pretty good today when I went to pick up my daughter, and when I realized I noticed that, my mental scars were furtherer aggravated. Ew! I will never be clean now, so I'm going to find away to shed like a snake...it's the only way now. Other than the creepy dream stuff, today was okay.
Try to have good dreams from now on, okay?