I’ve done a shitty job about actually getting up and posting this shit. Whatever.
Anyhoo, whats left of last night was watching some sort of virus or spirit posses someone, who then passed it around to a few other people by physical contact. Then, it possessed me, and as all to often happens in my dreams, I became paralyzed. I could sort of move parts of my body, but nothing significant. I spent about 20 minutes twitching whatever body parts I could in an effort to get noticed, all the while wondering if I’d slowly drown to death, either in my own drool or in some drink i was magically drinking (made sense in the dream!).
Seriously, its weird how a large number of my dreams harp on things I’m either terrified of or enraged by, but such emotions never seem to come up. Even when my eye came out last week, I was mostly obsessed with the very rational thought of “I really fucking need to get to an optometrist or whoever to fix this,” and less to real me’s response of “AAAAHHHHH FUCK FUCK MY EYE IS OUT OF ITS SOCKET AAAAAAAAAH.”
They generally come up when I wake up though.
