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19 November 2003 @ 08:22 am
bad dreams  
A long dream about being trapped in an asylum with a serial killer woke me around five. Half my revulsion came from how dirty and decrepit the asylum was. As in so many other dreams, I felt compelled to try and tidy it, so I spent most of the dream simultaneously wrestling out of my killer's grip and sweeping the floors. Dreams suck.

Then I dreamed, just now, that the BtVS cast came to "Angel" and, apparently for lack of any other inspiration about what to do with them, ME started killing the characters off. I was watching late in the season and as I realized how it was all going to be this downward spiral of death--everyone succumbing to fate one by one--I got incredibly depressed. Oz was killed as I watched. He was half in werewolf form and this giant meat-hook swung into his lower back. He began screaming and dewolfed and for a minute no one came to help him; they were all busy fighting. Then Xander ran over and tried to get him down, but Oz's eyes were glazing over and he was bubbling out something, some bit of knowledge from Buffy that he wanted to pass on before he died. Later, after he was dead, everyone returned to their garage and looked for Willow (including Tara, who was alive, so I guess that balances things out a bit) but couldn't find her, as she was off grieving.

I wish I could take today off, but my manager has been out sick for two days, so that would be bad timing. Sudden mood swings indicate...situation normal. My icon signifies the serenity I don't have.
Just a Baker Street Musecluegirl on November 19th, 2003 08:35 am (UTC)
I spent most of the dream simultaneously wrestling out of my killer's grip and sweeping the floors.

How odd. Now you look a bit like Adrian Monk in my head. *Pauses to pound offending receptacle against the wall* Nope. No good. Now you just look like the love child of Willow and Carol Burnett's cleaning lady character. Hmm. Must get this thing fixed soon.

Barb: lawyerrahirah on November 19th, 2003 09:09 am (UTC)
I dreamed last night that Faith was an actress who was my rival for a part in some kind of water ballet, and after chasing me around her front yard/pool in a menacing fashion, cast some sort of horrible spell on me (I wasn't me, really, I was seeing the dream from the POV of the rival actress) which made my face gradually rot and fall off in layers. I was staggering around watching little rotting bits of me hit my shadow on the ground, still able to see although my eyeballs had just dropped out, and at the same time seeing my dream-self from the outside as a grotesque little Gahan Wilson-esque cartoon figure. Rather badly animated, too. Strangely, I was more annoyed than disturbed.
(Anonymous) on November 19th, 2003 09:15 am (UTC)
Major Character Death
Your dream sounds rather like the last episode of Blake's Seven, which could only really end that way - no supernatural get-out clause when the all-powerful Federation is out to get you.
laurashapiro on November 19th, 2003 09:46 am (UTC)
Sounds dreadful. And yes, dreams *do* suck -- I woke up at five also, from a dream wherein hateful people were setting each other on fire. Gah! ::shaking head vigorously to remove evil dream gremlins::
caiathisficklemob on November 19th, 2003 01:24 pm (UTC)
I dreamt I was a Human!AU!Buffy, and Angel had caused our son to starve to death by locking him in the basement. And I was so happy to be rescued from my horrible marriage by Spike. But I kept being furious at myself for being happy instead of still devastated about the kid, and then disturbed by the whole mess. It was horrid. When I woke up, I realized I'd incorporated some of the plot of the book Linden Hills by Gloria Naylor, a very good but highly disturbing book I read a couple years ago. And then I went back to sleep to try to clear my mind of it.

The more I remember my dreams, the more I wish I didn't.