Strange, freaky-arse dreams...
May. 26th, 2001 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixie*shakes self* Very strange dreams last night - no more tea just before bed for me. Most I don't remember, except that one of them scared me awake (something about decapitated head collections and something Big and Scary), and the one I had just before I woke up.
I was in a park somewhere, sitting at one of those wooden picnic tables which a bunch of ficcers - Seraph and Jb and Yasmin and Ashlan and a couple of others, I think - and in the background I could see these two men in black suits and hats going from group to group; the park was full of picnickers. I thought they were picking pockets or something, so I kept an eye on them. Only I got distracted by something someone was asking me, and the next thing I know, there's one either side of the table, and there's a really strong smell of ether - they're swabbing the back of our necks with alcohol and them injecting us with something. I felt the first prick of the needle, but managed to slam my elbow into the man's groin (well, he was standing behind me!) and then my palm into his face as I turned.
And then I woke up.
*brrs* Damn, I hate needles. Those dreams about people trying to mug you I can handle, but not needles. Ick.
And in better news, I just got of AIM with Seraph, and she's coming down after all. I know this because she's booked the tickets. *happydances* So I get to see her after all. Now to call Yasmin - I haven't heard from her for a week, so I'm a tad concerned.
I was in a park somewhere, sitting at one of those wooden picnic tables which a bunch of ficcers - Seraph and Jb and Yasmin and Ashlan and a couple of others, I think - and in the background I could see these two men in black suits and hats going from group to group; the park was full of picnickers. I thought they were picking pockets or something, so I kept an eye on them. Only I got distracted by something someone was asking me, and the next thing I know, there's one either side of the table, and there's a really strong smell of ether - they're swabbing the back of our necks with alcohol and them injecting us with something. I felt the first prick of the needle, but managed to slam my elbow into the man's groin (well, he was standing behind me!) and then my palm into his face as I turned.
And then I woke up.
*brrs* Damn, I hate needles. Those dreams about people trying to mug you I can handle, but not needles. Ick.
And in better news, I just got of AIM with Seraph, and she's coming down after all. I know this because she's booked the tickets. *happydances* So I get to see her after all. Now to call Yasmin - I haven't heard from her for a week, so I'm a tad concerned.
