| The Digital Dominatrix ( @ 2005-01-26 23:51:00 |
| Current mood: | can't sleep, clown'll eat me |
| Current music: | VNV I-Sold-Out-to-a-Nation |
Paper Dolls Run with Scissors.....
No good can come of this.... It's late, I should be sleeping.... I'm not. Battery power in the ole laptop is at 87% and dropping.... can I finish? It has been brought to my attention that those around me, including me, are having weird dreams, if not downright scary ones.
For example: last night's walk through the shifting sands featured sex sex sex. Don't get all excited, it was a stopped attempt at having sex with.... Ozzy Osbourne. There, I've said it. I still feel slightly skeeved by the whole thing. Fer chrissakes, he was wearing a black latex condom with argyle trim around the head. Uuugh. I admit it, I'm just not that goth, apparently.
The nights before last night's Dali-esque phantasmagoria of Ozzy and argyle cock-sock are a dark blur of just plain old fear. Not sure exactly what happened, but it was dark, and I was angry and afraid. I'm sure there must have been something lurking in the dream-murk to make me so scared, but I think maybe it's better if i don't think about it. I might find something.
Turns out I'm not the only one having weird dreams, though. Those around me have been having their own nightmares/weird dreams. And my cat's been acting weird as hell of late as well. Hmmmmm...... If he starts running for higher ground I am so outta this sea level city.