Morning rambles...

[ginny_t]

jez_e_bel is officially a bad influence. Another weeknight with alcohol and cards. Thanks! It was just what I needed! (Yep, having my friends get me drunk & then kick my butt at cards always cheers me up! ;-p)

However, when tipsy, it's best not to watch "true crime" shows on A&E when you still have to walk home. Through a park. At 10p.

Urrrr... sleepless night. The thing about sleeping off the alcohol is that you can get some pretty wild dreams. They were so odd & freaky that I woke right up & couldn't get back to sleep for awhile.

A little lyrical interlude:
These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face
And when you do, then you'll know how & why it's meant to be
-- "These are the Days", 10,000 Maniacs

Comments

[jez-e-bel.livejournal.com]

you walked through the park???!!! brave [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]...

officially a bad influence, eh? you were funny last night...

[seangaffney.livejournal.com]

I've been having a type of dream for about the last 15 years, and had another variety of it last night. The basic framework is that I am alone in a building, carrying something, and trying to avoid an authority figure. The building is almost entirely made up of stairways and corridors - I never end up in rooms. And then as the dream goes on, the corridors end up being more inaccessible, and the stairwells have gaps in them or fold back on themselves.

This is the basic dream, but it can be a hospital, or a school, or a bookstore, or an apartment, or anything. Day, night. I never seem to get acught, but the threat is always there. I've never bothered to psychoanalyse it, but it's interesting, if only because it happens SO often.

"What did you dream of, Annie?" "Unicorns and apples." "And you, Ted?" "Being President." "And we knows Sean dreamt of corridors and stairwells, let's move on." "Shut up! I hate you all!"

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

I haven't had anxiety dreams for awhile (several years now, in fact). I must be well-adjusted. Or my waking life is such a nightmare that my subconscious thinks I need the break.