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brightlotusmoonThis was originally written around 1:00 PM:
So, er. Odd morning, that. I barely slept and kept waking up every two hours. When I finally remembered dreaming, I received a hideously intense, gruesome series of nightmares that kept killing me with piano wire and energy alien possessions. The piano wire felt damn real. I had to watch the alien slice all my bodies into pieces with blue liquid for blood. My pain receptors had a party, because I was physically feeling every bite and slice. Don't you hate when that happens? Damn formless energy aliens with their piano wires, making people dead and stuff. And also, I kept running from dreamplace to dreamplace without clothes or only a small covering, surrounded by people too high and drunk to care. I kept jumping from body to body, while a formless energy chased, possessed, and killed me. And also I was coughing up blue liquid right before the alien piano wire deaths. Lots of those. I hate you too, brain! I'm sure it all symbolized my ultimate rejection of aspects of myself and discarding bits I dislike, and also I'm not saying it was aliens but it was aliens. And pain receptors.
I was woken up by Jupiter biting my gemstone bracelets, his signal for me to pet, scritch, and brush him. When I was having trouble moving, he grabbed my arm with his paw and pulled it toward him, then carefully touched my cheek, until I lifted the other arm to pet him. He did make a sound, he just kept touching me with his little lion paws and nudging me with his little lion nose. (And he was not brave at the start but he's gotten braver, cough.) I wound up brushing all three cats with the first metal brush I could find, and it made them happy enough that I was able to disregard most of the worst of the dreams.
And now it still feels like there is piano wire under my skin, in my muscles and connective tissue. I just finished my shower. Also, I stepped on the scale for the third time in a few months, and oh, hello, much lower weight, haven't seen you in a couple of years. Um... how've you been? I was not expecting you? Hi? That's why my jeans were loose and my ribs were prominent?
I'm going to eat more peanut butter and make oatmeal. Er.
Also, allergies! Gnah! *not-fun headbanging*
In between wild writings, I have been at http://www.catsplanet.info/ squealing over photos of tiny kitten feet.
I mean, come on. http://www.catsplanet.info/how-can-you-say-no-to-this-sweetie-pie
Seriously. http://www.catsplanet.info/i-just-realized-it-was-my-cake-day
AUGH. http://www.catsplanet.info/just-doing-my-stretches
Tiny kitten feet are mesmerizing.
So, er. Odd morning, that. I barely slept and kept waking up every two hours. When I finally remembered dreaming, I received a hideously intense, gruesome series of nightmares that kept killing me with piano wire and energy alien possessions. The piano wire felt damn real. I had to watch the alien slice all my bodies into pieces with blue liquid for blood. My pain receptors had a party, because I was physically feeling every bite and slice. Don't you hate when that happens? Damn formless energy aliens with their piano wires, making people dead and stuff. And also, I kept running from dreamplace to dreamplace without clothes or only a small covering, surrounded by people too high and drunk to care. I kept jumping from body to body, while a formless energy chased, possessed, and killed me. And also I was coughing up blue liquid right before the alien piano wire deaths. Lots of those. I hate you too, brain! I'm sure it all symbolized my ultimate rejection of aspects of myself and discarding bits I dislike, and also I'm not saying it was aliens but it was aliens. And pain receptors.
I was woken up by Jupiter biting my gemstone bracelets, his signal for me to pet, scritch, and brush him. When I was having trouble moving, he grabbed my arm with his paw and pulled it toward him, then carefully touched my cheek, until I lifted the other arm to pet him. He did make a sound, he just kept touching me with his little lion paws and nudging me with his little lion nose. (And he was not brave at the start but he's gotten braver, cough.) I wound up brushing all three cats with the first metal brush I could find, and it made them happy enough that I was able to disregard most of the worst of the dreams.
And now it still feels like there is piano wire under my skin, in my muscles and connective tissue. I just finished my shower. Also, I stepped on the scale for the third time in a few months, and oh, hello, much lower weight, haven't seen you in a couple of years. Um... how've you been? I was not expecting you? Hi? That's why my jeans were loose and my ribs were prominent?
I'm going to eat more peanut butter and make oatmeal. Er.
Also, allergies! Gnah! *not-fun headbanging*
In between wild writings, I have been at http://www.catsplanet.info/ squealing over photos of tiny kitten feet.
I mean, come on. http://www.catsplanet.info/how-can-you-say-no-to-this-sweetie-pie
Seriously. http://www.catsplanet.info/i-just-realized-it-was-my-cake-day
AUGH. http://www.catsplanet.info/just-doing-my-stretches
Tiny kitten feet are mesmerizing.
