jchrisobrien ([personal profile] jchrisobrien) wrote2002-12-09 02:56 am

Friday: F is for Big Stinking Fear

Friday so didn't start out on the right foot. Horrible sleep, nightmares about being unable to move AS SOMEONE HELD ME DOWN IN BED. It was so real I couldn't tell when the pressure stopped and I got out of bed to turn on the lights to discover that no one was there. Clay later gave me a good explanation as to what may have happened, but good god was that rough.

I received some news that confirmed my suspicions, and while discouraging, was completely understandable. It lets me go forward, and know how things lie. Knowledge is always worth it.

The mage game was going to be a train wreck, I thought. However, I had scripted about three games worth of material out, and that was enough to get me through the evening. Our group really likes to sink their teeth into a scene, so time passed quickly there. Things are about to heat up for them in a major way, and we will get to another good point of revelations and the like.

No clubbing on Friday, instead I stayed in and prepared a few figures for the tournament on Saturday. Again I stayed up late. Again I had less than pleasant dreams, something about my computer swallowing my soul. When did sleep become the enemy?

[identity profile] alex-victory.livejournal.com 2002-12-09 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
...nightmares about being unable to move AS SOMEONE HELD ME DOWN IN BED.

Had that one once. My roommate in Prague, after hearing several of my dreams (tho' not that one, hadn't had it yet) theorized that I've been abducted by aliens at some point. Perhaps you have as well.

[identity profile] subatomicsatan.livejournal.com 2002-12-09 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
Horrible sleep, nightmares about being unable to move AS SOMEONE HELD ME DOWN IN BED. It was so real I couldn't tell when the pressure stopped

i have had those dreams many times--most recently a couple of weeks ago. they can be very, very frightening. at times i feel as though i am paralyzed and i have to use every ounce of strength i have to try to move or cry out...and there's nothing dream-like about it--it always seems so real.