Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two

  • Mood:

Grappling with the Living Dark

I had a restless night of strange and bad dreams. The one I remember most clearly had me trapped in a room in a manor house until morning. I knew that the Living Dark was trying to kill me, and kill the people I was there to protect. At every turn I found my defenses against it were foiled - my wooden flashlight would emit only the weakest of lights, the lamps didn't work, everything. At one point I was raging against the darkness, shouting about the coming dawn.

So I woke up after that, and knew I was surrounded by darkness. My cat was there though, a little orange gleam in the darkness. Usually she head-butts me when I shift in my sleep and it wakes me up and irritates me. This time, her head-butt said, "I'm here!" Still, I saw the snarling faces like the khon demon masks of Thailand.

I didn't get back to sleep for a long time, and even when I did I had turbulent, scary dreams.

This morning I'm wrecked, exhausted. I was frustrated as hell because I couldn't find a single pair of pants anywhere in the house. I set out my sneakers, which is to the dog the signal that it is time to put them on and go for a walk. So he followed me around expectantly for about half an hour while I wandered around in my underwear looking for a goddamn pair of pants.

It's 9AM and the coolth of the early morning has burned off. Already it's blazing hot and the sun is relentless. 90 degrees in November? I am not comfortable today. I am tired. There is so much to do.

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.