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clevermanka) wrote2010-06-28 12:23 pm
clevermanka) wrote2010-06-28 12:23 pm
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Inescapable nature
Last night was all nightmares and too-hot-bedroom-temperature. Not restful.
The dream I remember was me saving a friend (her name was Gwen) from her alien husband who planned to murder her. The best part of it was when we had to crash-back out of her garage door in order to get on the road before he could jump on the car. As we were running over the bumps and wood and rails of the garage door, I thought to myself "Was that really necessary? The driving through the door business?" So I re-wound the dream to where we got into the car. I started the engine and hit the electronic door button. Husband opened the door from the house to the garage before it was even a few feet up, though, and I realized, with some regret, "Nope. Gotta crash through the door. What a mess."
Ah, yes. Organized and methodical, with a desire for tidiness even when being chased. In my nightmares. By murderous aliens.
The dream I remember was me saving a friend (her name was Gwen) from her alien husband who planned to murder her. The best part of it was when we had to crash-back out of her garage door in order to get on the road before he could jump on the car. As we were running over the bumps and wood and rails of the garage door, I thought to myself "Was that really necessary? The driving through the door business?" So I re-wound the dream to where we got into the car. I started the engine and hit the electronic door button. Husband opened the door from the house to the garage before it was even a few feet up, though, and I realized, with some regret, "Nope. Gotta crash through the door. What a mess."
Ah, yes. Organized and methodical, with a desire for tidiness even when being chased. In my nightmares. By murderous aliens.