Thank you, nature
Oct. 19th, 2004 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxRain started falling as we curled up in bed shortly after eleven-thirty. It took a while for my headache to lessen. Adam's got a little worse. So we held and comforted each other and talked about sweet nothings. In the morning, the pain was gone. Whew.
My dreams are getting much to literal, much too real. For the past few weeks, every dream has left me waking up wondering why I was in bed. And they're not always good dreams. A few nights ago, I could have sworn I had stepped into a horror movie: Autumn in the woods, something under the ground that would explode up from the leaves to drag people down. I remember distinctly that I watched a man get pulled screaming into the leaves, and then I turned and quickly walked away when I saw a family nearby, knowing that the creature would get them and leave me alone. Apparently I was being heartless. But I remember the spine-tingling sense of anticipation and terror as I walked out of the woods, and the certainty that it was real. So much for my attempts to master the art of lucid dreaming.
Maybe my dreams will start involving my novel and I can go back to my original inspiration.
My dreams are getting much to literal, much too real. For the past few weeks, every dream has left me waking up wondering why I was in bed. And they're not always good dreams. A few nights ago, I could have sworn I had stepped into a horror movie: Autumn in the woods, something under the ground that would explode up from the leaves to drag people down. I remember distinctly that I watched a man get pulled screaming into the leaves, and then I turned and quickly walked away when I saw a family nearby, knowing that the creature would get them and leave me alone. Apparently I was being heartless. But I remember the spine-tingling sense of anticipation and terror as I walked out of the woods, and the certainty that it was real. So much for my attempts to master the art of lucid dreaming.
Maybe my dreams will start involving my novel and I can go back to my original inspiration.
