mr. sandman, bring me a dream
Sleep was playing tricks with me tonight...in a bad bad way. No one else is home, so I waited until I was absolutely exhausted and just fell sleep in front THX 1138 (maybe that's what did it). So I drifted off around 2 am. I felt awful, with tossing and turning and felt I was being thrown around the bed about 3 inches up in the air, so I grabbed the mattress edge to steady myself and picked up the phone. I cuoldn't get a dial tone, but just an operator that said her generic message about not being able to connect, and then continued "but remember paula, we're always watching," which is strange, because my name isn't paula. but still, definitely the kind of thing one takes to heart. being sufficiently freaked, I decided to give up on sleep and wander the house, but when i open the door, they hallway is to a different house, and i still feel floaty and disconnected. I must not really be awake. So i fall back into sleep. I'm still scared and fitful, and wake up again. That last false start was a dream, but I'll be damned if I'm not still in the same weird house. But when i awaken this time, I see friends coming up the front walk and go to hug them, thrilled for some company and maybe an explanation. As they get closer I realize, its not them. They look like them, but they don't feel like humans, so i run and lock the door and wander the weird house. I call my dad. He chuckles knowingly and says that there's a flu going around, maybe that's why i'm sleeping badly and don't feel i'm in the right place. And then the room fades, and I wake up again, this time in the right house. So I call my friend again, and we talk for a few minutes but the phone cuts off, and I realize i'm on a cell phone i've never seen before. Must still be asleep. I wake up three more times and see more and more. A strange two headed spider running toard me down the hall. Wake up. Right kitchen, wrong dishes- wake up. Right home, wrong yard- wake up. and i tried as hard as i could. I strained my psychic muscles...and either something startled me awake, or the pure screaming of my brain woke me proper. It must have been hours that I had this waking dream...but I was up again at 2:45. Fourty five minutes. And i'm still feeling weird...like I don't know if I really woke up.