That was uncool.
Oct. 31st, 2003 07:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperSomebody remind my subconcious about the fact that Halloween isn't supposed to be all that scary.
Went to sleep early due to the ubercrankies and a majorly painful case of shin splints that may have indeed been inflamed tendons in my legs. Whatever they were they hurt like a bitch.
Whilst I was changing the front porch bulb from white to red, I discovered the reason why the fixture out there was so dirty. Pretty gross, but kinda funny at the same time - since no one uses the front entrance of our house the only time anyone's been turning the porch light on is briefly on Tuesday night when we take out the trash. Last night I found two very dead wasp nests and a litter of scorched bugs comfortably packing the light fixture. Ew. But when I think of those wasps getting incinerated after all thier hard work it brings a slight giggle. Wasps are the fucking scourge of the earth, I swear.
Of course, then I went to sleep and had nightmares about being trapped in my parents house with huge friggin wasp nests that could only have been made by wasps the size of cats, with larvae the size of cucumbers. In every single room. And all of these nests had this outer membrane that was green and slimy, like something out of the Alien movies. And of course my mother, who is supposedly helping me exterminate these things, is instead cutting open these huge nests and scooping these huge, nasty larvae into an even bigger tupperware container, explaining that yes we have to kill the wasps but we have to save the babies.
Woke up at least once, breathing really hard. Of course, unlike the good dreams that flutter away upon any sign of consciousness, this one picked up right where it left off when I went back to sleep.
That's it. Tonight me sleep with can of Raid. Environmental poisoning be damned.
Went to sleep early due to the ubercrankies and a majorly painful case of shin splints that may have indeed been inflamed tendons in my legs. Whatever they were they hurt like a bitch.
Whilst I was changing the front porch bulb from white to red, I discovered the reason why the fixture out there was so dirty. Pretty gross, but kinda funny at the same time - since no one uses the front entrance of our house the only time anyone's been turning the porch light on is briefly on Tuesday night when we take out the trash. Last night I found two very dead wasp nests and a litter of scorched bugs comfortably packing the light fixture. Ew. But when I think of those wasps getting incinerated after all thier hard work it brings a slight giggle. Wasps are the fucking scourge of the earth, I swear.
Of course, then I went to sleep and had nightmares about being trapped in my parents house with huge friggin wasp nests that could only have been made by wasps the size of cats, with larvae the size of cucumbers. In every single room. And all of these nests had this outer membrane that was green and slimy, like something out of the Alien movies. And of course my mother, who is supposedly helping me exterminate these things, is instead cutting open these huge nests and scooping these huge, nasty larvae into an even bigger tupperware container, explaining that yes we have to kill the wasps but we have to save the babies.
Woke up at least once, breathing really hard. Of course, unlike the good dreams that flutter away upon any sign of consciousness, this one picked up right where it left off when I went back to sleep.
That's it. Tonight me sleep with can of Raid. Environmental poisoning be damned.
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Huh....
Date: 2003-10-31 07:46 am (UTC)Seriously, though, I've been remembering my dreams a lot more lately, carrying weird emotional responses all through my day as memories of the dreams subtly poke at my subconscious. And when there zre mundane details involving people I know, I sometimes have difficulty ascertaining whether I'm remembering a dream or something that actually happened.
On one hand, all of this is frustrating. On the other, it does lend an interesting surreal quality to my life.
Anyway, sorry about the major suckage that was your dream. Love you much and see you in a few hours....