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blather: weird question
A weird question for my flist:
when you were a kid, did you have a recurring nightmare? if so, what was it?
I had one that was the usual monster-somewhere-in-the-house-coming-to-get-me, but whenever I had a fever and was delirious I had another that was very hard to quantify. It came in various forms but the theme was the same. there was some gigantic piece of machinery, ponderously heavy, made of wooden cogs and levers and chains, and if I touched the wheel the machine would creak into motion and I knew I was destined to be chained to it forever keeping it moving. Or a giant pyramid of stone was suspended above me and I was holding it up but knew it would crush me eventually.
Something about responsibility, or adulthood, but there was also a sense of my insignificance in the giant scheme of things.
What about you, oh my flist?
when you were a kid, did you have a recurring nightmare? if so, what was it?
I had one that was the usual monster-somewhere-in-the-house-coming-to-get-me, but whenever I had a fever and was delirious I had another that was very hard to quantify. It came in various forms but the theme was the same. there was some gigantic piece of machinery, ponderously heavy, made of wooden cogs and levers and chains, and if I touched the wheel the machine would creak into motion and I knew I was destined to be chained to it forever keeping it moving. Or a giant pyramid of stone was suspended above me and I was holding it up but knew it would crush me eventually.
Something about responsibility, or adulthood, but there was also a sense of my insignificance in the giant scheme of things.
What about you, oh my flist?