First there's the nightmares. I've grown used to them and barely even note it anymore unless it's something spectacular. Lately it hasn't been nightmares as much as freaking myself out -before- sleep. Almost every night the past two weeks I've ended up scaring myself half to death on the couch. Hmm? How?

Well, here's the thing. I'm not scared of dead bodies, but my imagination is very good at popping them in everywhere. If I walk by a house at night I can't look at any of the black windows because I expect somebody standing there, staring at me. I can't look in the window of parked cars at night because I imagine a corpse in there. I can't bring myself to swim in the sea or a lake because I imagine suddenly bumping a leg into spongy dead fingers. My fright of seaweed? Dead person's hair. Walking alone in deep forests? Are you crazy? There could be a corpse lying about anywhere, half covered in pine-needles.

It's ridiculous. I know. *shrug* Over-active imagination, I suppose. I've chalked the increase in these images popping into my head the past weeks up to my high consumption of horror/thriller books (I'm on my third Dean Koontz book in a week.) and the true crime serial killer books I bought in London, so I'm cutting back on that.

So the nightmares isn't it. It's those other dreams. They don't come often - maybe once a year, and they only just appear once and that's that, but they leave me shook up for ages afterwards, and I never really forget them. I can still recite details from the first one I can rememeber; I was 10, maybe 11. But not today.

What characterizes them is the way they are so vivid. I feel things, I can taste things, I smell things. Things have a density. A surface. It's as if one of those dreams is a peek into an alternative life my dreamself is leading. WeEe, I love sounding as if I'm going to say 'and then I began to vomit ecto-plasma!' Well, I didn't :P

Last night I guess I had this years edition. As usual it would sound completely stupid if I retold everything. It sounds stupid to say 'I had a dream where I got this guy to give me a ride to a movie theater so I could watch the new Star Wars movie, but I fell asleep and only caught the last 40 seconds and me and the guy had a conversation' because it sounds so small and ridiculous, but it was special. Or whoever this man that was in the dream was pretty special. It wasn't anyone I recall having met in real life, yet he had... texture.

Hah. Dreams. Stupidass. Those 30-40 seconds of the movie looked good, though ;)

I forgot two items in my warderobe - my old, grey button shirt with a Depeche Mode badge on the left pocket, and my brand new black t-shirt that Dylan bought me in London with the print 'Mind the Gap.' Hah. :)

Also, "The Opposite of Sex" is still a really good movie, as was "The Ice Storm". My hair looks like I was a blonde that washed her hair in tomato(ick) juice. So be it.

Speaking of Star Wars - do the Personality Quiz. I'm a Luke Skywalker!!!! (It said 'Luke Skywalker - The heroic everyman. Your doppelganger is a whiny teen until circumstances make him a galactic hero. Lift your sails and catch that breeze, you won't be stuck on Tatooine forever.) Hehehehh.