have you ever (in your relatively adult life) woke up from a nightmare crying or at least upset? not that you couldn't escape the dream or you were afraid of it really happening...something that is only in movies, but you were so undeniably scared that you could not shake that upset feeling?
i had one this morning.
there was a war. and we were hiding in our neighborhoods.
and not the darkest villain of the war, but his underling, kidnapped us.
this underling just so happened to be the villain from V for Vendetta (which i haven't even seen yet).
there was a wall of crates that he kept us in. these crates exposed only the top half of us while separating our lower halves (by magic of some sort, i assume), so that our torsoes were stacked upon one another.
he tortured us individually in our little prisons.
mike had his testicles removed with forceps.
a younger girl concerned only with self-preservation had her lips bitten off.
a cat was raped.
he smelled my hair and rubbed against me, whispering in my ear how i was going to be an emperor.
i woke myself up at this point, i could take no more of it. and i still can think of nothing else...
lovely morning, don't you think?