The furry claws of your dank subconscious...
...beat the living hell out of me last night. And I haven't even started the chapter on Freud! (Or would that be Jung?)
After a fitful night involving a horrifying dream about a tongue-ectomy- and the subsequent trauma of trying to retrieve my tongue*
while it crawled away from me on the floor (!)
::faints::
I woke up with a stiff neck so wretched I can hardly turn my head to the left, and mental imagery so foul that it'll take hours of Playstation 2 to erase.
I think the worst part was that it all seemed ... merely inconvenient in the dream. Don't ask me what I thought I was going to do after I caught the damn thing - and only now, in waking life, does the full horror of it come to me.
(*By the way, did you know that in dreams, retrieved tongue tastes faintly of crunchy, oniony coleslaw? Yeah, I hate me too.)
Everyone who absolutely, positively, CATEGORICALLY did not see that coming from miles away - can I see a show of hands? Just me then? Ok, carry on...
*slaps forehead, welcomes Clarke to the One of Us club*
-- by
Space Kitty, at
9/11/2005 2:01 PM