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Mar. 20th, 2009 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyIn my dream, my flat was the main entrance to a mall and people kept walking past my bedroom door. I wanted to lock the front door, but it seemed somehow rude to make them walk through shops in order to leave.
In my dream, I woke up. The bus was navigating my flat, banking and rolling with the stairs and sharp corners; in my dream I knew it for a dream, could feel the covers against my legs and the way my bed moved like the bus.
In my dream, I woke up. The bed still felt like it was moving; an ear infection or an earthquake, I thought, without emotion. Something chugged and grunted loudly enough outside my window that I thought the world might be ending, but I couldn't open my eyes to see. The world was still blurred dark and confusing when I went to the window, and yakned down the curtain, and hoped - more awake now - hard enough for the noise to be a dustbin lorry that it - and its yellow-jacketed non-harbinger - appeared even thought I knew it wasn't Tuesday.
I woke up.
Mostly since then I've been trying to bake away my headache.
In my dream, I woke up. The bus was navigating my flat, banking and rolling with the stairs and sharp corners; in my dream I knew it for a dream, could feel the covers against my legs and the way my bed moved like the bus.
In my dream, I woke up. The bed still felt like it was moving; an ear infection or an earthquake, I thought, without emotion. Something chugged and grunted loudly enough outside my window that I thought the world might be ending, but I couldn't open my eyes to see. The world was still blurred dark and confusing when I went to the window, and yakned down the curtain, and hoped - more awake now - hard enough for the noise to be a dustbin lorry that it - and its yellow-jacketed non-harbinger - appeared even thought I knew it wasn't Tuesday.
I woke up.
Mostly since then I've been trying to bake away my headache.
