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realsorien) wrote2013-08-26 12:17 pm
realsorien) wrote2013-08-26 12:17 pm
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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream... Hamlet, you're a fuckhead.
Sheesh.
I really, really hate night terrors sometimes. Or maybe given my sleep habits they're 'day terrors'? I don't know. All I know is that I've had them since I was a little kid, and they are a Pain In The Ass.
That's why I'm awake now. I had a doozy. Not that fear is keeping me awake- instead I can't stop giggling about it.
Anyway, it apparently took place in the Heinsohn farmhouse; as usual, everything was kinda jumbled and garbled, and a lot of facts were wrong- like the house in Real Life(tm) is on Rural Route 1 outside of Le Seuer, Minnesota, and in the dream it was in Minneapolis. I'm not totally sure what was happening, but as far as I can tell, I was living in the place, and was trying to sell it for $500,000. This is NOT an unreasonable price- the place is HUGE.
In the dream, when I started screaming in the waking world, I was in bed with some kind of NASTY presence looming over me. Some of the jumbled bits I recall were leading someone through the house (on a showing, I suppose), and oddly changed details like there being a cobweb-strewn wooden archway on the stairs leading to the basement. In the real house, its brightly lit, never cobwebbed and done in linoleum.
Usually, I can get right back to sleep. Rarely this creepy-as-hell sensation remains, and I can't. This time, I start giggling every time I think of the screams I was giving out with. Gah!
Gettin' really, really tired of this.
I really, really hate night terrors sometimes. Or maybe given my sleep habits they're 'day terrors'? I don't know. All I know is that I've had them since I was a little kid, and they are a Pain In The Ass.
That's why I'm awake now. I had a doozy. Not that fear is keeping me awake- instead I can't stop giggling about it.
Anyway, it apparently took place in the Heinsohn farmhouse; as usual, everything was kinda jumbled and garbled, and a lot of facts were wrong- like the house in Real Life(tm) is on Rural Route 1 outside of Le Seuer, Minnesota, and in the dream it was in Minneapolis. I'm not totally sure what was happening, but as far as I can tell, I was living in the place, and was trying to sell it for $500,000. This is NOT an unreasonable price- the place is HUGE.
In the dream, when I started screaming in the waking world, I was in bed with some kind of NASTY presence looming over me. Some of the jumbled bits I recall were leading someone through the house (on a showing, I suppose), and oddly changed details like there being a cobweb-strewn wooden archway on the stairs leading to the basement. In the real house, its brightly lit, never cobwebbed and done in linoleum.
Usually, I can get right back to sleep. Rarely this creepy-as-hell sensation remains, and I can't. This time, I start giggling every time I think of the screams I was giving out with. Gah!
Gettin' really, really tired of this.