Nov. 14th, 2023 08:13 am
A full night's sleep? In this economy?
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thrillingdetectivetalesWoke up in the wee hours of morning from yet another very vivid dream, although this time it was with a strong sense of looming dread rather than laughter. In the dream preceding, I had moved all the furniture in my apartment around (which I did do IRL the other day) but when I went back out into the main living area, it was back where it had started. So I moved it again, and again the next time I checked it was back where it had been originally.
I expressed to a friend that something weird was going on and she didn't believe me, and then when I pulled up the camera roll on my phone to show proof—apparently I'd taken pictures of the rearranged furniture for use in just this scenario—all the photos of the furniture showed it as it had previously been and all the photos in my camera roll of people had gaping black holes where their eyes should be.
I woke up just after, feeling aimlessly scared. Dog 1 noticed that I was up and took herself to the door. I thought she needed some water so I mustered the courage to get up—and actually said out loud to myself "if the furniture is moved when I get out there I swear to God"—and let her out into the hall, where she proceeded to pee on the laminate. At least it wasn't the carpet, small blessings, and of course the furniture was exactly where it's supposed to be.
Still took me about an hour and change to get back to sleep, and I had to remind myself a couple of times that I had gone out and seen the furniture and that it was exactly where it was supposed to be. This semi-lucid dreaming bullshit is really more than it's cracked up to be sometimes.
I expressed to a friend that something weird was going on and she didn't believe me, and then when I pulled up the camera roll on my phone to show proof—apparently I'd taken pictures of the rearranged furniture for use in just this scenario—all the photos of the furniture showed it as it had previously been and all the photos in my camera roll of people had gaping black holes where their eyes should be.
I woke up just after, feeling aimlessly scared. Dog 1 noticed that I was up and took herself to the door. I thought she needed some water so I mustered the courage to get up—and actually said out loud to myself "if the furniture is moved when I get out there I swear to God"—and let her out into the hall, where she proceeded to pee on the laminate. At least it wasn't the carpet, small blessings, and of course the furniture was exactly where it's supposed to be.
Still took me about an hour and change to get back to sleep, and I had to remind myself a couple of times that I had gone out and seen the furniture and that it was exactly where it was supposed to be. This semi-lucid dreaming bullshit is really more than it's cracked up to be sometimes.