I have to write down this dream, before I forget it. Because it was one of those dreams I was SO glad to wake up from. It left me wondering what the heck I ate last night.
Okay, so I dreamt that it was the end of the world. Last Days. Revolutions. Armageddon. Whatever you want to call it. It was a little freaky. How it happened was, there was a big storm. I watched the lightening hit once, then a second time in the same spot, the third there was a big flash of blue, kind of like a nuclear bomb had gone off. And that’s when the news reports started coming in. How some sort of poisonous toxins had entered the atmosphere and the entire planet would be dead within three days. And sure enough, people started dying off. Some went into hiding in underground bunkers. But it was the end, and we all knew it. The fire department would put up signs on houses where people had already passed on. I kept waiting for giant horses with Angels to come sweeping through, some biblical stuff that scare the crap out of me. I remember looking down at Emma and thinking she’s only two not nearly enough time on this earth. We didn’t have enough time together.
Then I woke up. Totally tweaking with such an intense dream. I went to the bathroom and then went back to bed, determined to not have such a depressing dream. But I went straight back to it. Only, this time I did have more control over it. I realized I was going to die, and I realized I hadn’t had sex in 3 years. So I grabbed this guy next to me. Totally hot. And I said, “Since we’re about to die, let’s f*ck” and he was like,”Okay. Let’s do it.” But just as we were about to, his head grew, his face turned red, and then he died.
Even in my dreams I can’t get laid! ARGH!
And then I woke up for good. Not much to say after that.
I did get 6 pages written on my novella last night. Woo whoo!
