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I had a rerun dream last night. I don't know about anyone else, but recurring dreams are rarely the ones I want to rerun. I'm not sure which is more bizarre, when the dream is dead on the same one, or when little things have changed. I don't know why dreams rerun sometimes, or why they are usually unpleasant for me, but they are. *shudders at the remembrance of an old recurring dream of a bouncing truck of death*
Anyway, the particular dream I had was odd in that it almost mirrored the jerk worm ep of Smallville to a slight degree, and the first time I had it was years ago. Anyhoo, in the dream, there are these little slimy parasitic bug type things that I can never see all that clearly, but during the course of the dream, they burrow into the back of the neck and leave a little white bump, almost like a big pimple. Then they proceed to not only control the people around me, but they hatch new ones from the little white bump after very short periods. (On another odd similarity, there is a moment of heat vision to try and destroy the little buggers, but it doesn't work). I hate this dream. It's like one long horror film where I'm constantly running away in a useless attempt to escape. Fortunately, my dream is also like a movie in that at near the end, someone comes up with some chemical spray to kill the little buggers, but the dream doesn't end there. Bastard that the dream is, right before I wake up, the little buggers begin developing immunities to the spray, kind of like the descolada in the Ender's Game series. I just hate how throughout the whole dream, I have this never ending feeling of dread and hopelessness, it seriously sucks the big one. Blah.
Anyway, the particular dream I had was odd in that it almost mirrored the jerk worm ep of Smallville to a slight degree, and the first time I had it was years ago. Anyhoo, in the dream, there are these little slimy parasitic bug type things that I can never see all that clearly, but during the course of the dream, they burrow into the back of the neck and leave a little white bump, almost like a big pimple. Then they proceed to not only control the people around me, but they hatch new ones from the little white bump after very short periods. (On another odd similarity, there is a moment of heat vision to try and destroy the little buggers, but it doesn't work). I hate this dream. It's like one long horror film where I'm constantly running away in a useless attempt to escape. Fortunately, my dream is also like a movie in that at near the end, someone comes up with some chemical spray to kill the little buggers, but the dream doesn't end there. Bastard that the dream is, right before I wake up, the little buggers begin developing immunities to the spray, kind of like the descolada in the Ender's Game series. I just hate how throughout the whole dream, I have this never ending feeling of dread and hopelessness, it seriously sucks the big one. Blah.
