Odd dreams that almost verged on the gross. What ran as a documentary in my head is now a series of cuts and flashes much like a horror trailer where all jump scares have been stuffed into a one minute reel, splicing and cutting back into screams, loud music, heavy breathing and distant memories.
My gums were trying to jump out of my mouth and I kept trying to stuff them in. There was no blood but I don't know..it was a bit trying.
I was being held by someone I hated and kept tying to keep his hands off but he wouldn't let go, touching and holding me at every opportunity in the close confines of a car which was running on rough terrain in a jungle.
Ah, I'd rather get chased by snore demons than get harassed in my dreams.
Glad was I to wake up, and find myself free of any unheeded hands on my person, my gums intact and my cat snoring near my feet.
Mundane comforts that turn into incidental moments of pleasure when your life begins breaking apart..even if it's in dreams.
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