MY NIGHT OF TWO EXTREMES
Last night I got to hold a baby that was 2 1/2 weeks old and only weighed 6 pounds. He was so freakin' cute I almost cried. His little eyes were barely 3/4" wide and he was so little and cute he didn't even look like he was a human yet. He kept puckering up his little lips for kisses and he was as soft as baby butts.
Then I went home and dreamt that I was living in Santa Barbara. I was living with my best friend in hotels. They were actually pretty nice. But I have no clue who this best friend female was. Anyway, we had just got checked in after driving down some main street freaking out to be in California. Things start to feel some what sketchy to me for no particular reason, when suddenly she is murdered by Richard Ramirez. I didn't see it and don't know how it occured, but one second she was there and the next I knew she was dead. So I'm feeling twitchy in my sleep but still dreaming and I crawl under the bed to hide. I'm about ten stories up with no way out and he's in the bathroom. He comes out and it about to leave but I guess my leg was sticking out from under the bed so he stabs me in the calf. (coincidentally I woke up with a horrible cramped muscle feel there that has taken all day to go away) So he gonna rape me and I'm trying to get away, and I decide to act like I like it so maybe he'll get freaked out by it and stop. I rip his shirt and start kissing his neck and grab his hands and hold them up above his head, but he's liking it. So somehow while this is going on I have some handcuffs in my hand. So I bite his chest really hard and put the handcuffs on when he isn't looking, and ta-da. Apparantly I am not going to be killed.
Then the alarm goes off, and I'm glad to be out of that dream. I hit the snooze button and crawl back into bed, mildly disturbed by someone's morning wood.
It just didn't go with the dream.
Last night I got to hold a baby that was 2 1/2 weeks old and only weighed 6 pounds. He was so freakin' cute I almost cried. His little eyes were barely 3/4" wide and he was so little and cute he didn't even look like he was a human yet. He kept puckering up his little lips for kisses and he was as soft as baby butts.
Then I went home and dreamt that I was living in Santa Barbara. I was living with my best friend in hotels. They were actually pretty nice. But I have no clue who this best friend female was. Anyway, we had just got checked in after driving down some main street freaking out to be in California. Things start to feel some what sketchy to me for no particular reason, when suddenly she is murdered by Richard Ramirez. I didn't see it and don't know how it occured, but one second she was there and the next I knew she was dead. So I'm feeling twitchy in my sleep but still dreaming and I crawl under the bed to hide. I'm about ten stories up with no way out and he's in the bathroom. He comes out and it about to leave but I guess my leg was sticking out from under the bed so he stabs me in the calf. (coincidentally I woke up with a horrible cramped muscle feel there that has taken all day to go away) So he gonna rape me and I'm trying to get away, and I decide to act like I like it so maybe he'll get freaked out by it and stop. I rip his shirt and start kissing his neck and grab his hands and hold them up above his head, but he's liking it. So somehow while this is going on I have some handcuffs in my hand. So I bite his chest really hard and put the handcuffs on when he isn't looking, and ta-da. Apparantly I am not going to be killed.
Then the alarm goes off, and I'm glad to be out of that dream. I hit the snooze button and crawl back into bed, mildly disturbed by someone's morning wood.
It just didn't go with the dream.
corvus_pdx:
That's a pretty damned fucked up dream.