bad dreams

[threeplusfire]

I dreamed too much last night. Between waking every hour, slipping into the kitchen for orange juice and eventually crawling down to sleep on the floor, I don't know. Those dreams that are comprised of real people and real places and strange possibility, with a sense of loss and terror mingled inside them. I woke up wanting to cry out, to hit someone.

Maybe it was just the alcohol. We had several drinks at Opal's last night, before we even met up with Brett.

I should be doing chores, cleaning, but I'd rather put on some clothes and wander around under the sun.

Comments

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Ugh symbiotes! Scary stuff man.