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Quoting LongDarkKnight:
I am pretty bleary eyed as I write this, it is Christmas morning and I *may* have had one or two ales last night which may explain why I forgot to turn my alarm off before going to sleep. So after I was rudely awakened at 4am on one of the rare days when I don't have to work I turned the alarm off, turned over and went back to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream...
And oddly I did dream. I rarely remember my dreams, if I dream at all, anymore. When I was in my early twenties I had the most exquisite nightmares, I used to wake with a start, often with a strangled scream escaping my throat! I don't know what caused those dreams nor why they stopped as suddenly as they started but I know I sort of missed them when they were gone. They were so vivid I can remember one of them clearly to this day.
Last night I dreamt of a zombie apocalypse ( they're all the rage these days you know... ) Structured like a videogame my ability and willingness to use a variety of deadly weaponry escalated in direct propportion to the size, agility, rage and viciousness of the undead horde I faced. There was also an element of parkour as I leapt from building to building to escape the horde hungry for my flesh! ( Chance would be a fine thing... )
It reminded me of an incident that happened with my last girlfriend that I had all but forgotten. Or more accurately never remembered in the first place. It involves a brief conversation the two of us shared one night when we were on holiday together. I woke from a nightmare, screaming as usual, in the middle of the night. She was somewhat taken aback by this as she hadn't been witness to it before. She asked me what was wrong and somewhere between sleep and consciousness I answered "The zombies. The zombies bit you. You have less than 24 hours before you turn." She comforted me and told me it would all be alright. As she tells it I pulled her into my arms and cradled her as gently as any mother has cradled a child, she told me that she felt safe from all harm in those moments before I kissed her on the head and added "I know it'll be alright sweetheart, but I will have to kill you in the morning."
She swears that it is true, every word, although I don't remember a single thing about it.
In the end our break up probably would have been less messy if I had taken an axe to her the following morning... But that's another story!
I am pretty bleary eyed as I write this, it is Christmas morning and I *may* have had one or two ales last night which may explain why I forgot to turn my alarm off before going to sleep. So after I was rudely awakened at 4am on one of the rare days when I don't have to work I turned the alarm off, turned over and went back to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream...
And oddly I did dream. I rarely remember my dreams, if I dream at all, anymore. When I was in my early twenties I had the most exquisite nightmares, I used to wake with a start, often with a strangled scream escaping my throat! I don't know what caused those dreams nor why they stopped as suddenly as they started but I know I sort of missed them when they were gone. They were so vivid I can remember one of them clearly to this day.
Last night I dreamt of a zombie apocalypse ( they're all the rage these days you know... ) Structured like a videogame my ability and willingness to use a variety of deadly weaponry escalated in direct propportion to the size, agility, rage and viciousness of the undead horde I faced. There was also an element of parkour as I leapt from building to building to escape the horde hungry for my flesh! ( Chance would be a fine thing... )
It reminded me of an incident that happened with my last girlfriend that I had all but forgotten. Or more accurately never remembered in the first place. It involves a brief conversation the two of us shared one night when we were on holiday together. I woke from a nightmare, screaming as usual, in the middle of the night. She was somewhat taken aback by this as she hadn't been witness to it before. She asked me what was wrong and somewhere between sleep and consciousness I answered "The zombies. The zombies bit you. You have less than 24 hours before you turn." She comforted me and told me it would all be alright. As she tells it I pulled her into my arms and cradled her as gently as any mother has cradled a child, she told me that she felt safe from all harm in those moments before I kissed her on the head and added "I know it'll be alright sweetheart, but I will have to kill you in the morning."
She swears that it is true, every word, although I don't remember a single thing about it.
In the end our break up probably would have been less messy if I had taken an axe to her the following morning... But that's another story!
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