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Disturbing Dream
Wanna know why I hate horror movies? Because they mess with my head days after I see one. How does that usually start? With my dreams. This time was no exception...
I dreamt about Major Sheppard last night. But it was a dream I never want to have again. I was some sort of scientist, I guess, working on research that could help fight the Wraith. Sheppard and I were in a large room, maybe a lab, but it had beds like the Infirmary has, whatever that means. I'm not sure, but I think there were outside observers watching what we were doing in the room. Anyway, Sheppard and I were talking about whatever it was we were talking about when suddenly, something passed right through him, catching him off guard. He was more spooked than hurt. The thing that passed through him looked like a wispy wad of cotton, which is kind of funny now that I think about it, but it was really creepy at the time especially considering it had a face and was flying around the room passing through things. And then more wisps came. I keep imagining them as Wraith "shadows." For a while, all they did was hover around not harming anything, but at some point, one of them became corporeal. I don't know if it was a Wraith, but I do remember a claw-y hand. A claw-y hand wrapped around Sheppard's throat, squeezing the life out of him. At that point, I was no longer in my body, just an observer, so I could do nothing but watch as the claws sank into Shep's neck, blood dripping everywhere. *pauses to wibble because this is upsetting* Right then, I didn't remember much more of what happened to him beyond the blood. Apparently, I was attacked, too, because I then find myself back in my body recovering from wounds. I can't find Sheppard anywhere. I have a horrible feeling he's dead, probably bled to death. All I can do is cry and choke on the taste of my own blood in my mouth.
I had already had a really hard time actually falling asleep, but then dreams and thoughts like this kept waking me up every few hours. It's beyond disturbing, now having both the events of Elevated going through my head all day as well as the image of John Sheppard practically having is throat ripped out.
Needless to say, I'm having a problem with the idea of blood right now. And ill-timed nosebleeds are not helping me calm down.
It's so bad, I'm actually happy to go to classes, even on the day before Spring Break starts, because I crave the distraction from what's going on it my head.
I dreamt about Major Sheppard last night. But it was a dream I never want to have again. I was some sort of scientist, I guess, working on research that could help fight the Wraith. Sheppard and I were in a large room, maybe a lab, but it had beds like the Infirmary has, whatever that means. I'm not sure, but I think there were outside observers watching what we were doing in the room. Anyway, Sheppard and I were talking about whatever it was we were talking about when suddenly, something passed right through him, catching him off guard. He was more spooked than hurt. The thing that passed through him looked like a wispy wad of cotton, which is kind of funny now that I think about it, but it was really creepy at the time especially considering it had a face and was flying around the room passing through things. And then more wisps came. I keep imagining them as Wraith "shadows." For a while, all they did was hover around not harming anything, but at some point, one of them became corporeal. I don't know if it was a Wraith, but I do remember a claw-y hand. A claw-y hand wrapped around Sheppard's throat, squeezing the life out of him. At that point, I was no longer in my body, just an observer, so I could do nothing but watch as the claws sank into Shep's neck, blood dripping everywhere. *pauses to wibble because this is upsetting* Right then, I didn't remember much more of what happened to him beyond the blood. Apparently, I was attacked, too, because I then find myself back in my body recovering from wounds. I can't find Sheppard anywhere. I have a horrible feeling he's dead, probably bled to death. All I can do is cry and choke on the taste of my own blood in my mouth.
I had already had a really hard time actually falling asleep, but then dreams and thoughts like this kept waking me up every few hours. It's beyond disturbing, now having both the events of Elevated going through my head all day as well as the image of John Sheppard practically having is throat ripped out.
Needless to say, I'm having a problem with the idea of blood right now. And ill-timed nosebleeds are not helping me calm down.
It's so bad, I'm actually happy to go to classes, even on the day before Spring Break starts, because I crave the distraction from what's going on it my head.