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He got knives in his back everytime he opens up..

I want in to work this morning and the receptionist, who I thought was a twat but who is actually pretty damn cool, say

"I had a dream about you last night, but I don't remember it."

Now, for me, that's code for, "I had a weird, possible hostile, possibly sexual dream about you, and I need to tell you, but I don't REALLY want to tell you." I've had dreams like that before, and it's weird but hell, you spend all day around people, it happens.

Actually, I have pretty wacked out dreams all the time, or I don't dream at all. (I know I do, but since I don't remember them and I wake up even more tired, I consider it no dream) I dream about killing people. I dream about people killing me, people chasing me, people raping me, etc, etc, etc. It gets to be a bit much. I never wake up from nice dreams. I wake up, in a sweat, whimpering. It kinda sucks, but I'm used to it.

The earliest dream I remember was one where I was stuck in the corner of the tiny bathroom in the house I grew up in. I was slowly being suffocated by quilt batting (remember that old grey stuff with the colored threads?) and Bugs Bunny is sitting there laughing. He had FANGS.

I was maybe 4 years old. I didn't wake up screaming. Instead, I just sat there scared as all hell, staring at my ceiling until exhaustion overtook me.

Then there's the time that I dreampt I was in the living room of this same house, folding laundry on the couch, when this terrifying blackness began to develop in the doorway of the kitchen, and slowly came towards me. I've never been assured of something being evil more in my life. It's was ONLY evil, totally black, no light. In the dream I ran from the house, and watched it blow up. I woke up, unable to move I was so terrified, sweating, and moaning. I couldn't get out of bed until the sun came up and my father was awake. I was about 17.

Now granted, a lot of shit has happened in my life to cause/create bad dreams. But I mean REALLY. You would think that after awhile, they would lessen, become nice every so often.


And now I have to wonder if the receptionist has a secret crush on me....


Extra Credit: Tell me what song I'm quoting in the title.

I can tell you now that I failed the extra credit.

I have nothing BUT whacked dreams. And oddly enough, my nightmares sound an awful lot like yours. In the dream, I'm usually somewhere that's supposed to be safe like my bedroom when I was a kid. And my parents would be IN the house with me. Yet these hooded, spectre-like creatures would just walk right in (sometimes right past my parents) and terrorize me. HATED THAT!

I have bizarre and sometimes bad dreams every night too. Tried to guess the song but failed miserably xx

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