metalrabbit were in bed after a particularly geeky evening of talking about D&D with gothwalk, sabayone and olethros and recording some MP3s to minidisk for her to listen to on the train to cork this morning.So there we are, dozing off and I start feeling really disoriented and woozy and start having some fairly unpleasant visions, demons, devils and my personal all time shitting terror - animated toys (I have no idea where the hell this one came from but walking, moving toys invoke a certain primal fear reaction in me).
Now the odd bit was that I sort of woke up a few times, realised I was going back to sleep and knew that unless I did something about these visions it was going to be a pretty bad night (more disturbingly, some of the dream elements lingered for a few seconds after I woke up each time). Sort of a lucid dreaming exercise really, so the next time I drifted back to sleep I tried to shove back the nightmares, waking myself occasionally to regroup (this all made more sense at the time) but after a while I found myself losing and it was pretty fucking scary so I woke myself back up again and lay there for a second and contemplated waking
metalrabbit but one of the less (or more depending on how you look at it) rational parts of my brain said "if you wake her and she says she had nightmares too then you'll never sleep". I sort of woke her anyway a few minutes later when I drifted off and woke up with a loud gasp of fright, she turned to me and asked me if I was okay, I said I was okay, just feeling woozy.
Then, in a move made to guarantee a restless night she said "Oh, well I was having trouble sleeping too, I keep having these visions of a white figure moving around"
I'm assuming that all this was brought on by a combination of Babylon 5 and the book I'm reading at the moment "Winter Warriors" which involves a lot of demons and unpleasantness. It's wierd nonetheless.
