Last night, I dreamt about heading to the windowsill in the livingroom, to water my gran's houseplants. In one of the pots, I noticed that there was a strange, flesh-coloured stalk poking out of the soil. I added some water, thinking that perhaps she'd just bought a new plant.
I turned to tend to the other plants, when suddenly an empty pot had what looked like a miniature tree trunk bursting from it, only it seemed to be made of a slime-like substance, and was wiggling around. I went to back away from it, when the 'new plant' also does the same. The two stalks of slime then leapt from the pots and joined together, making some sort of bubbling, squirming goo worm. It then leapt at my stomach and latched on like a leech, trying to suck out my insides, which made my stomach and legs get a strange, numbness-like feeling throughout. Kind of like that feeling you get after your leg goes to sleep and you try to get the circulation running again.
I managed to somehow pull it off before it could do any real damage, and trapped it inside a pair of clear, plastic cups, where it turned black and fought to pry my hands apart and attack me again. I ran into another room with it still held, and asked for some help. For some reason that the dream never explained, my gran was too busy phoning the authors of Time magazine to offer suggestions.
The dream then changed to me 'waking up' and the goo leech was again latching onto my stomach and trying to devour my insides.
I woke up for real, at that point.
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Thoughts & Observations:
Woo, my first nightmare of the year. It quite creeped me out when I first woke up; but like most nightmares, I look back on it after a little while, and have a laugh at how silly they tend to be. Ironically the first thing I did when I awoke was make sure I'd watered the plants. *laughing*
I always get that weird feeling in dreams when some monster or other decides to have a nibble at my limbs/stomach. I wonder if I was just lying awkwardly and it was seeping into my subconscious like that. Sorta like a mental 'oi, shift ya lazy bugger', only spoken through the angry teeth of a marauding nasty, hahaha.
I have no idea what Time magazine had to do with anything. I've never even read a single issue. XD
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