Lately I feel stunted by alcohol... time to lay off the sauce for a while. Makes me type faster, too.
Having fuckd up dreams lately. I dreamt I was dying in a hospice, but I was an old lady that looked kind of like an elderly version of Shelley Long. I was sharing a king size bed with two other dying elderly women. We were all sitting up with our legs underneath one of those pink fuzzy blankets only grandmas have. I had a cutting board in my lap, cutting cheese for crackers. We were taliking about something and I was getting upset. As if for emphasis I stabbed the knife into the cutting board and the tip broke off. The other two women looked up at me accusingly as if the knife were a rare resource. I woke up.
Another dream had me speeding through Jacksonville, FL (where I grew up) in the back seat of a car. I was looking around at all of the development that was happening along the South part of I-95 and getting kind of sick. Politrix was driving, and I could feel him getting pissed, too. He started accelerating and we were going faster and faster. Soon we were doing like 180 mph though Jacksonville and over the bridge. I was shouting for him to slow down, terrified, but he was ignoring me, just straring forward with this mad look in his eye. I closed my eyes and laid down in the back seat, waiting for the danger to pass, being unable to do anything about it, and suddenly I began to free fall in the lying position in the back seat. I had that super sweet and sick falling feeling. I remember hearing Ministry blasting in my ears, and then everything went black, and I woke up.
Dreaming on the nicotine patch is fun!
Having fuckd up dreams lately. I dreamt I was dying in a hospice, but I was an old lady that looked kind of like an elderly version of Shelley Long. I was sharing a king size bed with two other dying elderly women. We were all sitting up with our legs underneath one of those pink fuzzy blankets only grandmas have. I had a cutting board in my lap, cutting cheese for crackers. We were taliking about something and I was getting upset. As if for emphasis I stabbed the knife into the cutting board and the tip broke off. The other two women looked up at me accusingly as if the knife were a rare resource. I woke up.
Another dream had me speeding through Jacksonville, FL (where I grew up) in the back seat of a car. I was looking around at all of the development that was happening along the South part of I-95 and getting kind of sick. Politrix was driving, and I could feel him getting pissed, too. He started accelerating and we were going faster and faster. Soon we were doing like 180 mph though Jacksonville and over the bridge. I was shouting for him to slow down, terrified, but he was ignoring me, just straring forward with this mad look in his eye. I closed my eyes and laid down in the back seat, waiting for the danger to pass, being unable to do anything about it, and suddenly I began to free fall in the lying position in the back seat. I had that super sweet and sick falling feeling. I remember hearing Ministry blasting in my ears, and then everything went black, and I woke up.
Dreaming on the nicotine patch is fun!