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Nightmares.
Apr. 14th, 2007 05:17 am*In writing this, I'm trying to get something that disturbs me out of my brain so that I can move past it. It upset me, and it's possible that it may upset others. If you're sensitive to reading about dreams that deal with death and loss, please, take a pass on this entry. I promise I won't mind.*
I've always been the sort of person who remembers their dreams, at least for a little while after I wake up. Sometimes it's benign or just plain silly, sometimes it's bizarre, sometimes (often) my alarm clock works it's way into my dream and I end up hitting the snooze button for hours and picking right up where I left off. I have horror dreams (usually after I've watched something scary like Supernatural or something else equally not-at-all-Jay-oriented), and I have mundane, boring dreams. And I have nightmares.
The worst of my nightmares aren't the ones I mentioned above, with horror and ghosts and demons and scary-assed things that spook the crap out of me. They take a different tactic, and I've had them recur since I was about thirteen years old, once every year or two... slightly different every time, but following the same theme and pattern.
( In my worst nightmares, someone close to me dies. )
I've always been the sort of person who remembers their dreams, at least for a little while after I wake up. Sometimes it's benign or just plain silly, sometimes it's bizarre, sometimes (often) my alarm clock works it's way into my dream and I end up hitting the snooze button for hours and picking right up where I left off. I have horror dreams (usually after I've watched something scary like Supernatural or something else equally not-at-all-Jay-oriented), and I have mundane, boring dreams. And I have nightmares.
The worst of my nightmares aren't the ones I mentioned above, with horror and ghosts and demons and scary-assed things that spook the crap out of me. They take a different tactic, and I've had them recur since I was about thirteen years old, once every year or two... slightly different every time, but following the same theme and pattern.
( In my worst nightmares, someone close to me dies. )
