Nightmare - graphic detail
May. 1st, 2004 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockAfter reading a rather wonderful Spike/Buffy fic last night (see previous post) I had a nightmare.
Fortunately, I rarely have dreams and even rarer, nightmares. Unfortunately, this one did not have Spike, Buffy, Wesley, Faith, Principal Wood, the Cast of Firefly, Spike Spiegel, Kakashi, or anyone else whose presence would balance the gross-out factor with the fun.
Yep, it was a gross-out nightmare. I hate those. It began in the middle of a regular odd dream that involved me being on a fake planet with a group of other people, hunting dinosaurs across abnormally flat or perfectly rolling grassland and camping in a lodge type thing. I was in the bathroom one night looking at the mirror, and I noticed a brownish-black thing one one of my bottom front teeth.
I pulled at it, and from between my gum and my tooth I pulled out a full bodied, unmoving ear-wig. Let me repeat that for you in caps. An EAR-WIG. From BETWEEN my TOOTH and my GUM.
Thoroghly grossed but somehow not yet freaking out, I noticed and began to pull out more. In the end, six or seven dead ear-wigs had been pulled from my teeth and gums. Then it got worse.
The back of my throat felt dry and irritated, so I put my fingers back down my throat, and I pulled out MORE. And then I pulled out something bigger. A centipede, about 8 inches long, about a quarter coin in witdth, with ball-shaped body sections and claw like feet that scraped at my throat as I pulled it out. 8 inches. It wasn't moving either. I tried again and this time I pulled-- from the back of my throat, remember-- another centipede, this one slightly different looking.
Then I pulled out something that was half-centipede, half some kind of meaty tentacle the width of my wrist.
I guess my dream-self just couldn't take it calmly anymore because that's when I woke up. Thoroughly, utterly grossed out.
I immediately went back to sleep to have a different dream because there was no way I was going to start my day with that.
Fortunately, I rarely have dreams and even rarer, nightmares. Unfortunately, this one did not have Spike, Buffy, Wesley, Faith, Principal Wood, the Cast of Firefly, Spike Spiegel, Kakashi, or anyone else whose presence would balance the gross-out factor with the fun.
Yep, it was a gross-out nightmare. I hate those. It began in the middle of a regular odd dream that involved me being on a fake planet with a group of other people, hunting dinosaurs across abnormally flat or perfectly rolling grassland and camping in a lodge type thing. I was in the bathroom one night looking at the mirror, and I noticed a brownish-black thing one one of my bottom front teeth.
I pulled at it, and from between my gum and my tooth I pulled out a full bodied, unmoving ear-wig. Let me repeat that for you in caps. An EAR-WIG. From BETWEEN my TOOTH and my GUM.
Thoroghly grossed but somehow not yet freaking out, I noticed and began to pull out more. In the end, six or seven dead ear-wigs had been pulled from my teeth and gums. Then it got worse.
The back of my throat felt dry and irritated, so I put my fingers back down my throat, and I pulled out MORE. And then I pulled out something bigger. A centipede, about 8 inches long, about a quarter coin in witdth, with ball-shaped body sections and claw like feet that scraped at my throat as I pulled it out. 8 inches. It wasn't moving either. I tried again and this time I pulled-- from the back of my throat, remember-- another centipede, this one slightly different looking.
Then I pulled out something that was half-centipede, half some kind of meaty tentacle the width of my wrist.
I guess my dream-self just couldn't take it calmly anymore because that's when I woke up. Thoroughly, utterly grossed out.
I immediately went back to sleep to have a different dream because there was no way I was going to start my day with that.
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Date: 2004-05-01 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-01 08:36 pm (UTC)So, how you doing??
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Date: 2004-05-01 08:56 pm (UTC)And my mom says "So do you think one of maybe crawled in your mouth at night and that's why you haven't seen them?"
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Date: 2004-05-02 03:16 am (UTC)I know you!
I'm doing good, how are you?
It's wonderful that you've gotten LJ! I friended you-- I need more anime-watching friends. ::pout:: Most of the people on my friends list right now don't watch it.
Remember when I said you should watch Naruto? This icon is Naruto, from the opening credits of the third season of Naruto. Except the caption, which is from that old English nursery rhyme. My default icon is also from Naruto-- it's my new favorite because it shows the lusty wicked wrongness of the only yaoi pairing I actively go for... Kabuto/Kakashi. ::swoons:: A match made in traitorous hell by people who really hate each other but look like they want to shag.
Anyway, I'm going off-topic. Welcome to LJ! It's a mad place. Your icon, by the way, cracks me up. I feel like that some days. Glad you're here-- now I can talk to you without taking up your review space. :D
I had a nightmare last night in which someone took a CD and shoved it into my friend's mouth, pretty much slicing open the sides of his mouth and making him bleed pretty bad
Ew. That's bad too... it's like an exaggerated version of when you split the corners of your mouth and it scabs up but takes a week or more for the lips to heal because you can't stop opening your mouth and every time you do, it breaks the scab.
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Date: 2004-05-02 06:34 am (UTC)PS - Yaoi lusting is so bad...but sooooo good, LMAO!