A rarity indeed, but I had a nightmare last night. It’s a bit telling about my fragile eggshell mind that this is the thing that registers as a nightmare and not the blood and gore and apocalyptic duststorms that make frequent appearances otherwise.

But I dreamt that I was in an old cinema. Sort of like a amusement park too with the ticket booths and eerie smiles. Long lines and the chairs later were uncomfortable. And then there, on the stage, they projected a live show with the Joy Formidable. And they were pretty bad. The Joy Formidable! Insane, I know. They can’t be bad live. Impossible. But the fear was overwhelming I guess. In the dream I cried and got bullied by my friends who I had dragged along.

I’d take dying any day over this.

When it’s time to hire people, I will not get a secretary. Perhaps an assistant, but that’s the second hire. No, the first job will be a fact checker. Someone who easily can find out if I’ve said something in real life or in a dream. Earlier today I had to open up Miranda and look through the IM history. And yeah, I had actually written about LEGO Universe there and it wasn’t my imagination. I really hope they don’t blend over any worse than this — that would not be good.

My dreams have been normal. Not normal as in “as they’ve always been” but really true to life. It’s frightening. I’ve dreamt conversations that I later assumed happened in real life. That has been… awkward. Especially since this is those that I remember now, and frequently there are friends present in these dreams. Awkward, awkward, awkward.

Tonight I dreamt that I bought a few the Mekons albums on vinyl. Exciting stuff really, not in the least because I wanted to listen to them today. (Oh fuck how I wish I had more the Mekons vinyls.)

Not sure what it says about me that I’m more nervous and ill at ease about these sort of dreams than the “normal” blood-gore-slime-and-creepy-crawlers I’ve had for years before.