What Is Real?

[ladysprite]

You know there's something fundamentally wrong when your dreams segue from work-related anxiety nightmares to inappropriately-naked nightmares to nightmares where you realize that everyone but 12 people in the world is just an illusion projected by the tentacled Lovecraftian horror that is toying with you, and your first thought upon waking (once you stop screaming and demanding that your husband, who is trying to hug you, prove that he is not just a projection of the tentacled horror) is faint relief that at least you managed to dream your way out of the annoying and dull work-related anxiety nightmare rut.

I do have to admit, though, it was a pretty spiffy nightmare, as such things go. I could feel my sanity cracking around the edges with every reveal, and by about halfway through all I could do was huddle in a corner, scream, and seek out the one projection of the tentacled horror that had been nice to me, in a good-cop/bad-cop way (I still knew he was part of the tentacled horror, but as long as he didn't touch me I could kind of cope with that, until he betrayed me by pretending to release me back into reality - he didn't know that by then I could see the edges of his illusions), but it still beat another round of 'You gave this kitten the wrong vaccine, and now it's dying! And why aren't you wearing a shirt?'

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[darxus.livejournal.com]

Yep, that's pretty impressive.