| Nov. 26th, 2009 @ 07:04 am ... |
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I agreed to work tonight, Turkey night, even though it's my night off, because my co-worker's family is going out of town and my own family isn't celebrating until tomorrow which I told him he'd be working for me.
In retrospect this may be a good thing, considering I've been watching the Bones marathon with my mother, and ended up having the creepiest, scariest dream last night. It haunted me past waking up.
I was a young boy about fifteen, and my best friend was a photographer, and I was looking through some of his shots of the 'restoration' project going on, which had something to do with an school, a river bank, and a lot of flooding in the past, and the restoration included a lot of mud being taken out of the foundations and other stuff being thrown in.
I saw bones. Skeletons. In the pictures. And looking into the project got me killed, because the head construction guys were the old students of the school, and had buried three kids down in the mud way back when. Then they shoved me in the mud and buried me. And because it was a dream I'm sitting there pointing at my sneakered feet asking people to just *look* at me and help me and the only people who can see me (besides the bad guys) are the souls of the three dead kids.
And somehow I managed to pry myself away from the project site (which *hurt* enough I almost woke up) and start walking home, and as I do I pass my photographer friend and wave and he says hi to me like nothings wrong, right up until some girl shows up to tell him I've gone missing, and the only thing on my mind is getting into the shower to get the fucking mud off.
Then I thankfully woke up with an irate cat wanting to be let outside.
Point of the story? Don't watch creepy marathons before passing out!! |
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