DurAnorak (duranorak) wrote,

Tra la. Nightmares. Dreamed I had done something, don't remember what, and the guy visiting my mum at our house had just crumpled and died. I had slit his throat for verisimilitude and shoved him in a bin liner while my mum was making something with potatoes. Not in secret - just went, mum, he's dead, look, and then we'd put him in the bins. The terror of the nightmare was when, later that day, mum sat me down to ask how I'd killed him and I couldn't answer. Think it all got a bit Elphaba at that point. Not sure.

Screw you, Morpheus. We do not get along.

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