after waking up from said dream, i threw off the covers that were sweltering me and thought, 'that was absolutely terrifying!' in close succession to this thought was a second, 'that would make a really great horror movie'. now, i don't pretend that i didn't have an impossible time falling asleep after that. i started thinking about that zombie movie again that john made me watch with him last christmas day, in this post. a flood of unpleasant and quite disturbing images filled my head. {i mean, seriously. i start imagining them under my bed....} so, i went upstairs, grabbed my current summer read, and delved in for about an hour. by the time i crawled back into bed next to my warm-body of a husband, it was getting light outside, and the nightmares were over.
in the morning, however, i told john about my scary dream.
he said: 'you should write a book'
she: 'i was thinking a movie'
he: 'seriously. write the screenplay. let's make some money out of this one"
well, at least my dream was good for something....
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