Sunday, July 16. 2006
 I die here. When will I ever learn not to go to bed before midnight?? Rape, murder, it's just a dream away. Of course this time, I only got stabbed, so maybe I shouldn't complain, it's far preferable to that crazy rapist guy holds me hostage in my own flat shite, but since it was some confused modernised World War II setting and the guy was one of ours and I was trying to help him, I'm still miffed. Now I can see half a dozen reasons at least why WWII Germans would not have liked me, but my own people? I want my money back. More interestingly, I started up with my stomach clenching in response to the dream. That isn't the same as actually getting stabbed of course, but given it was in the exact same place I was dream-stabbed, it was still weird, and delayed the entire it's almost OK, I'm awake bit. Given that my dreams are usually a bit like a silent movie inasmuch they tend to come without pain, I guess I get to make another entry to the wonky list (dream in foreign language, dream in black and white, dream with subtitles, dream with pain, …). Oh, and of course I was bloody freezing when I woke up, too, as I'd kicked away the sheets somewhere along the line, and it had cooled down significantly overnight (while being really hot for an entire week beforehand). And starting up a 6am is the suck if you were hoping to stay up really late the next night, so this has potential to ruin my morning and my night today. Oh, and the middle bit will be my parents visiting, so there. Morituri te salutant.
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