Armageddon? The Apocalypse? Fine, but why in my mind?

[wayfaringwordhack]

Last night, I dreamed of the Antichrist. This could have something to do with finishing Good Omens, the Pratchett/Gaiman novel, last week because the Antichrist of my dreams was no more than five or six and seemed a reasonable kid (not like Damien).  I won't give you all the gory details, tell you of the raids, explosions, and random death, only that he was born one of quintuplets (why not sextuplets? I have no idea), and he killed and skinned his siblings when they were about 2 or 3 (no, please don't ask me how) and kept them under shrink wrap to eat whenever the mood struck him.

He wanted to invite Julien and me to a celebratory feast to his great victory, and I, um, tried to decline graciously.

I woke up several times and told God above and the world at large that I did not wish to be dreaming about the Antichrist, so please, change my nightmares. No such luck. Every time I woke up and fell back asleep (at least 3 times), I fell right back into the same horror.  I wasn't particularly frightened in the dreams, just distraught. Ugh. Here's to hoping tonight's sleep is more relaxing and filled with, I don't know, fluffy bunnies or something. 

Comments

[renakuzar.livejournal.com]

Must be on similar wave length, dreamt of post nuclear holocaust where in I am trying desperately to find food for my starving family (as we somehow survived)

ack - kept on repeating ad nauseum.

Loved Good Omens though. Great novel.

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Eep, how do we get off this wave length then??? Well, last night, I didn't dream about bunnies, but I did dream about ducks. :P

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

I woke up several times and told God above and the world at large that I did not wish to be dreaming about the Antichrist, so please, change my nightmares. No such luck.

I hate when that happens. I had a dream like that, only not about the Antichrist, on Wednesday morning. Sigourney Weaver was a professor of anthropology, and she lured me and a few others into a house to conduct an experiment. The house led into an alternate universe, where we were to be one of millions sacrificed to some horrid god. Screaming, hellfire, people leaping from buildings only to be swallowed by great, gaping jaws. And then it happened all over again after I woke and fell back asleep.

Feh.

Here's hoping you dream lovely dreams tonight of (you choose):

a. Johnny Depp
b. Alan Rickman
c. Daniel Radcliffe

[cathemery.livejournal.com]

better yet, let her dream about that guy she knows who catches big fish and kisses . .. .

;)

[merebrillante.livejournal.com]

Oh, she can kiss that guy when she's awake!

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

hehe. Yeah, he's top on my list. :D As long as he isn't doing cruel things. I *hate* those dreams. They are worse than scary nightmares.

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

Ugh, that's horrid. Though the premise would make a cool story, I think.

And I got your message too late for last night's dream (dreamed of ducks, for one thing.) You never know for tonight. :P

[rabiagale.livejournal.com]

Freaky. That's even worse than my frequent "kidnapped and stuck in a hostile country" dreams.

Here's to sweeter dreams!

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

I hope this doesn't turn into one of my reoccurring dreams (speaking of which, I haven't dreamed one in a while). Why are the good ones never frequent nighttime visitors?

[rabiagale.livejournal.com]

Heh. Because that would be too nice and our subconscious mind is interested in angst, not niceness.