emmanuelle cunt wrote:I had a dream last night that 10.000 people in Iraq were killed by jet fighters cause they were on a big event (a concert or something) secured by Iraqi police. Police was not allowed to do this kind of stuff without asking US army first, so it was decided that they're all terrorists so they need to be killed. Later bodies were thrown into a big (really big, so they all fit) ground and CNN reporter was saying how many people survived but their eyes popped out.
Urgh.
I fell asleep this evening and dreamed that I was in Vietnam, picking this fruit that had spikes on it and looked like it was covered in cob-web or mold. I think that I was there because I was a journalist or a photographer.
At one point, I went back to our "base," which was this empty, grey concrete building and my mother's side of the family was dead and laid out in grotesque manners within this building, including my disabled uncle half-buried in a fire pit. I woke up wanting to vomit. The worst part was that it was very, very realistic, so I could smell and touch everything in the dream, so the sensory detail was accurate.
This is still better than the other dreams I've been having lately. Ever stabbed a middle-aged visage of Satan in the chest with a drawing compass before? Repeatedly?
If this doesn't stop soon, I'm going to succumb to a psychiatrist who will medicate me, a Catholic priest willing to perform an exorcism, or a fucking shaman. Seriously. My dreams are driving me insane and I can't sleep for more than two hours at a time.
"To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost."
-Gustave Flaubert
