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Going to bed angry...
May. 10th, 2002 04:46 pm... and why I don't like doing it.
It gives me weird dreams. Stupidly lucid ones.
So last night, something decided I needed mind screwing, even in my sleep.
I was in a tavern building, the type you can find at any boy scout camp.
There was a trial, I don't remember what about, and three people stood accused. I was one of them. The third person was a shadow, but the second was my very, very old friend, Frisco6238. (I've not seen or talked to him in years.) There we stood accused of something. It was a kangaroo court, and of course we had not done what it was they were accusing us of. They judged us guilty, and told us to decide who of the three would get punished.
I could not move through this entire thing. Frisco stepped forward and I had to watch him be hanged there in the tavern. It gets a little fuzzy, there was lots of sobbing, anger, and pleading with the ambiguous 'them' to just kill him, and stop his suffering, as he hung jerking on the rope.
Here it gets even stranger. On one hand he died, and I was made to go cut him down, but at the same time, he pulled off this spiderman move and climbed up the rope and disappeared, (difficult to do with your hands tied, but it's my unreality.) So there I was, holding his dead body (no small feat,) while people I knew to be friends were rushing the windows and doors to get in. Bad guys disappeared, I was left in the middle of the hall with the body.
I don't know if this is possible, but I woke up with a broken heart. I really thought I had watched Frisco die. It was so real, it's stayed with me all day.
Wondering if this is as it appears, or is covering something a little deeper,
- K.
It gives me weird dreams. Stupidly lucid ones.
So last night, something decided I needed mind screwing, even in my sleep.
I was in a tavern building, the type you can find at any boy scout camp.
There was a trial, I don't remember what about, and three people stood accused. I was one of them. The third person was a shadow, but the second was my very, very old friend, Frisco6238. (I've not seen or talked to him in years.) There we stood accused of something. It was a kangaroo court, and of course we had not done what it was they were accusing us of. They judged us guilty, and told us to decide who of the three would get punished.
I could not move through this entire thing. Frisco stepped forward and I had to watch him be hanged there in the tavern. It gets a little fuzzy, there was lots of sobbing, anger, and pleading with the ambiguous 'them' to just kill him, and stop his suffering, as he hung jerking on the rope.
Here it gets even stranger. On one hand he died, and I was made to go cut him down, but at the same time, he pulled off this spiderman move and climbed up the rope and disappeared, (difficult to do with your hands tied, but it's my unreality.) So there I was, holding his dead body (no small feat,) while people I knew to be friends were rushing the windows and doors to get in. Bad guys disappeared, I was left in the middle of the hall with the body.
I don't know if this is possible, but I woke up with a broken heart. I really thought I had watched Frisco die. It was so real, it's stayed with me all day.
Wondering if this is as it appears, or is covering something a little deeper,
- K.
