Bad Dreams

Went to see ROTK last night again. Still cried.

When my alarm clock went off this morning, it woke me up out of a dream. I couldn't move when I woke up and I was running with sweat. I haven't had an awful dream like that for years. I often dream about being on collapsing staircases with holes in which is quite scary. But this was a variation on it where gravity had gone strange and I couldn't tell what was up or down and I daren't open my eyes or let go of the bannister. All I wanted to do was drop to the floor and cling on, but I wasn't sure which way I'd fall. Then I had to call some kind of support line but the guy came and couldn't help me. It doesn't sound that bad but it was terrifying. I often have really fucked up dreams but usually I'm not emotionally involved in them but in this dream I was petrified. I felt really uneasy all morning. Stupid fear of heights.

I seem to have a really low attention span today. This whole week in fact. I've hardly been commenting at all this week. I'm all - ooh, I'll just comment on that - and then I see shiny somewhere else.

And I just accidentally shut the window where I was reading my friends page. I want the Billy picspam back dammit!

*flails*

I think I need to go to bed. This whole entry is random shit.

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Okay, so I haven't gone to bed yet. I've been enjoying the best picspam post(s) ever. All Billy/Dom. I have decided that neither of them should be allowed to be clean shaven or sleep with anyone else but each other (or me).

Why do I not have a Dom/Billy icon?

ETA: Aaaargh, I've just realised that I've contracted another OTP.