we don't need the sky anymore.

20th January 2010

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Jesus fucking christ.

Two dreams, during my midday nap. There was a lot, because I was dreaming in my dreams, but I can’t recall. Based on what I do remember, I’m glad.

First, I was playing a game in dad’s basement, while he was sleeping. My character was beheaded, and I stood on my knees, reeled back, and passed out. And, when I hit the ground, I barely felt it, and had no control of my movements. I managed to force myself awake out of this one.

My second dream that I remember involved waking from a dream in my dream. When I had been sleeping in that dream, I had apparently put a lot of pressure on my left eye. As I awoke, I noticed that it was rather red, and dad commented on it. I said i had just been sleeping on it, and checked it in the mirror. My eye seemed… loose in the socket, which was a little disconcerting.

As the dream progressed, my left eye eventually came out of its socket. Literally, it was hanging out of my eye socket by the fucking optical nerve. I recall feelings of extreme nausea, and screaming at the top of my god damned lungs. I desperately tried to get to an optometrist (or whatever), and ensure that my other eye didn’t pop out either. It was a difficult endeavor, and I ended up waking up prior to getting it fixed. Horrified. I really hope I manage to forget the image of my left eyeball, in my hand, as the optical cord tears and the iris starts to just roll around. uuuuuugh.