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15 October 2004 @ 10:46 am
what is the sound of a yawn?  
Horrible dream last night. I dreamed that there was a mouse loose in my apartment, scuttling along the ceilings. When I caught it, I had to kill it, so I squeezed it to death and blood came from its mouth. Later, I dreamed that another mouse got down my back. I panicked wildly and dropped onto my back, trying to crush it, but whenever I eased up I could feel its little teeth and claws and wriggles. ::shudder::

Mouse = musculus = muscles. Not sure what that means.

Later, I dreamed that vampires were on the loose. Our next-door neighboor was sitting on his steps, in the very doorway a vampire had just passed through. He's Norwegian, we observed to each other. Those phlegmatic Norwegians. When we started to worry whether the neighbors had become vampires, I said, Well, they have that Norwegian temperament. They might be calm vampires. We peered through the curtained window of our kitchen door, across the alley to their house. Their door was open and the man and his wife were rolling around on a bed together. Then we realized there was also a vampire in the bed, with emaciated limbs and powdery, cracking skin. That was rather terrible.

Tracey Ullman's son turned into a vampire, too, but I'm afraid I can't remember much about that.
anonymous_sibyl on October 15th, 2004 10:55 am (UTC)
A few months ago I dreamt that I had a mouse down my back. I could feel it crawling around under my shirt and couldn't do anything about it. ::shudder:: Mouse dreams are not good.
...my hand caught his hair running...mousewrites on October 15th, 2004 11:44 am (UTC)
I rather like mouse dreams, but then, those are the only ones I have...

Actualy, that sounds like a horrible dream. I hope your next sleep is restful, hon.
Spikewriterspikewriter on October 15th, 2004 11:03 am (UTC)
They might be calm vampires?

Okay, that is definitely creepy.
WesleysGirlwesleysgirl on October 15th, 2004 11:07 am (UTC)
Eesh. Mice. They're cute, and I don't even mind the occasional visitor in my house, as long as they don't run in my direction! Because then there will be screaming. And running.
Pollyannaanglopollyanna on October 15th, 2004 11:25 am (UTC)
Things could be worse
The first dream is even more horrific when you skim past your journal quickly and misread 'mouse' as 'moose'. Moose-crushing - the first episode of Due South Season Noir?
all right, so you're nonchalantrunpunkrun on October 15th, 2004 12:00 pm (UTC)
Re: Things could be worse
Dude, I *also* misread the first "mouse" as "moose"! And I was amazed at Anna's ability to crush a moose with her bare hands.

Let me also confess that I misread the subject as "What is the sound of a yam?" which I now want the answer to.
Anna S.eliade on October 15th, 2004 12:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Things could be worse
::giggles helplessly::
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Trepkostrepkos on October 15th, 2004 01:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Those phlegmatic Norwegians.
The article described youths "armed with axes, knives and bats" and my brain inevitably wondered how they were going to do any harm with winged mammals..
"Maybe they were vampire bats"...
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double-oh-wellno_detective on October 16th, 2004 12:29 am (UTC)
Re: Those phlegmatic Norwegians.
They were from Kristiansands? Really?

*thinks of Martina Topley-Bird's voice singing "I met a... a Christian in Christiansands... and a devil in Hellll-sinki..."*

Dreaming of mice is bad. Dreaming of rats is worse. I had two such dreams in the past week and UGH! On such nights, I really want to get my hands on those dreamless sleeping pills they used in the Nightmare on Elm St serial.
Trepkostrepkos on October 16th, 2004 03:00 am (UTC)
Re: Those phlegmatic Norwegians.
Lives on whale blood....
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Trepkostrepkos on October 17th, 2004 08:48 am (UTC)
Re: Those phlegmatic Norwegians.
Well, at least the Cardassians didn't get her.
(...uses humour to cover up deep sadness...)
ruthless1ruthless1 on October 15th, 2004 01:09 pm (UTC)
dispeptic dreams?
perhaps spicy food is not the best thing to eat before bed? I don't know - maybe your mind is just readying you to write some mouse/vampire/tracy ulmman stories?
As for yesterdays post - was that puppy Oliver or Hugo? I just popped over to the loveliness of textism to see what was new and those scalliwag dogs got OUT and caused some mayhem in their new town. Okay - the mayhem was limited to Dean and Gail's hearts but still....they are they greatest dogs ever!