I had a really weird dream last night.

[conuly]

It wasn't really a nightmare - I mean, it should have been, but it didn't scare me - but I've been feeling vaguely uneasy all day and now I just don't want to go to bed.

Sometimes I dream lucidly, and then I usually dream through my own eyes.

Other times I dream semi-lucidly or not lucidly at all, and mostly when I do that I'm dreaming as though reading a book or watching a movie. If I'm even in the scene, I'm seeing me from a different angle.

This one was the second type, and I had very little control over it. There was some sort of soul-sucking witchy vampire, and he was sucking the souls of sixth graders in a very bad gym class. Also, the floor was caved in. And I think he had to be stopped with the power of love. And angst. Love and angst.

This, clearly, is why I am so uneasy - my sleeping brain is a terrible scriptwriter. I wouldn't watch this movie in a theater if THEY paid ME to go!

I'm still not sure I want to go to bed, though.

Comments

[gingembre.livejournal.com]

But did he sparkle?

[conuly]

She, and no. She was grotesque.

[gingembre.livejournal.com]

Fascinating. In your write-up, you wrote "he" both times.

[conuly]

Did I? Well, now I distinctly remember a she. WEIRD.