Jennifer (gaaneden) wrote,

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Creepy, creepy dream...

Last night, I had a really creepy dream that still creeped me out in the waking realm. I had one of those dreams within dreams. I dreamt that I woke up in my room. Everything was exactly the same as it is in real life. So, I couldn't tell that I was still dreaming.

On my bed, I have one of those wedge pillows standing on end between me and the window because there is a light outside that window and it makes it too bright to sleep. I could hear something moving, breathing on the otherside of that pillow. It was really scaring me because I couldn't identify it. I looked over at my clock and it was midnight. I decided that I must be dreaming because things don't go bump in the night. I tilted my pillow over, expecting it to fall on whatever was breathing over there... but it didn't. It just fell flat.

That made me think I was awake again. I looked back at the clock and the face was blank. Like there was no power to it. I knew I had to make sure that it was the clock and not the power in the apartment. I really needed to determine that because I didn't want to be late to work in the morning. So, I got out of bed and crawled to the other outlet in the room, taking the clock with me. Once there, I pulled the power cord to me. I knew something was wrong because it came too easily. I didn't pull it out of the wall. My hand found the end and discovered that it had been cut.

Immediately, I knew the thing was back. It felt "red." It was on the other side of the bed, on the floor. It's ruse had worked. It had gotten me off the bed and into its reach. I woke up, terrified, as it rushed towards me. I couldn't see it. Just feel it... and it felt "red." That's the only way I could describe it.

I was completely freaked out when I woke up. The heater, under the window, was making funky noises, contributing to fear factor. My first thought was to pack a bag and go spend the night with my lover. My second thought was that meant I'd have to get dressed. My third thought was just to call him and talk to him. His voice would sooth me.

And it did. He was totally understanding and considerate about the whole thing. We got into a completely silly discussion about the forking bunnies and why they couldn't fork themselves (they didn't exist long enough and if they did, they would over run the field). So, I suggested forking wolves to eat the forking bunnies. Evolution and nature. Somewhere in my sleep-addled brain, I was also thinking of a bunny forking a wolf and coming up with a forking vorpal bunny as a predator to the forking wolves who were eating the forking bunnies...

Needless to say, the conversation chased away the creep factor and I was able to sleep.

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