Friday, August 26, 2005
Internal clock has been wrecking havoc on me. Sleep at 5 am, wake up at 5 pm, I'm getting one meal a day, sleepy, tired, headache, gastric pains..........going to collapse soon. Also lost weight. I'm now 40kg, that isn't good. I only lose weight when I'm sick......and I'm sick.
Sorethroat has been coming on, and I can feel a fever nearby.
Had the worst....ok, it wasn't as bad compared to other dreams I could be getting, but such a nightmare. Woke up feverish and my heart hammering.
I don't even know what brought it on.
It starts at my old school, but it's bigger and the car park is right on the playground and I'm with this girl and we got into a teacher's small green mini, and backed into the play ground and we swerved. Then we watch a boy get into a limo. Somehow there are these flashes of fear and pictures of people in pain and being tortured in my head, and the day begins again, and we watch the boy get into the car again, and I remembered thinking 'oh no no no, don't go in'. Then me and this girl came to a place and we were dressed in black and we had some sort of mission. The next thing I know we were holding captive a fat guy in a wheelchair who is the head boss who does all the evil, the source of all the fear I feel, and we enter this cavern and something was waiting, a half beast half man. We started fighting and it was getting harder and harder until we killed him, but we hear this voice telling us we won't get away, we won't survive. We know it's the head's assistant, and we hide near the pillar waiting for their evil team to arrive, and when they do, they are running around in a circle looking for us, and we hide among them, running with them, then we detonate a bomb and we and quickly try to rush out. The girl says 'now they'll know, now they'll know how my sister felt when the bomb exploded in her hand, and her hand melted as she was sitting there drawing', and there was a bright flash. Then we were telling the police how to get to the evil place, except I forgot how we got there and we were looking at where the airport was, then we located it at a small jutting pier. Just......throughout it all, I felt so much fear, the images of the man's victims keep flashing in my head and I could feel their fear, feel how the boy felt as they surrounded him and the torture.....
*shudder*
I need a huggle and a cookie.............
Mused by Sukunami Taka around 2:32 AM
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