last night

[anhinga]

I dreamed that you were bleeding out in front of me. You couldn't speak, only look at me with a stutter on your lips. I gagged on my scream and fell to you. I touched your face. I couldn't touch your wounds. You shivered, and I shook, but time stood still. You died. My hair was sticky with your blood

Comments

[rival]

Don't worry, I'm doing great! I got better.

I'm just kidding. That sounds like a terrifying dream!

[anhinga]

-Laughing- Oh, you are tremendous, Raph :-)

But yeah, this one is up there on my list. I can only think of one other, a weeks-long, repetitive series, that rivaled this single slammer, and those were only so bad because it was over and over.

Whatever happened to flying dreams, or weird crap like Eddie Izzard frying eggs with Bobby Flay for Christmas breakfast?

[emilyinorbit]

Oh Becky!
Your posts are all about terrible things! I hope you are doing okay. I am sorry I am not in boston to give you a hug and kill your spiders and research your arm pain on the internet with you. But mostly kill your spiders because I am good at things like that :)

[anhinga]

Hey you :-)Thanks!

What if you researched some hot physics death ray that vaporized all the spiders and turned them into air fresheners? That sounds like a good disseration topic. It would almost definitely involve alterations at the level of their elementary particles.....

Have you found a pot yet?

[emilyinorbit]

yes yes! I bought a saucepan and a big ole wok!

[anhinga]

oooh a wok. I've never used one, but they are so neat-looking.