I'm surprised I hadn't missed my dreams.
I was too busy lamenting the shaking and not sleeping well to realize my usually copious and phantasmagorical dreams were absent. Now, without brain-tweaking meds, they have returned. The image I'm sharing is vivid and maybe just a tiny bit disturbing. If you're squeamish, stop here with the phrase Vampire Caligula. Consider yourself warned.
There is a vampire. Pale, in bed with two similarly pale
For Roman style vomited blood.
When I woke up there was a squicked feeling, but my horror-dream-generating subconscious was all Blood = Red = Pretty. And now that my narrative is broken, I can tell you the vamp was Angelus, which of course evokes extreme annoyance because I HATE Boreanaz as Angel/us* and I am a Spike Girl. #Spuffy #ATW etc.
So, my brain is now working the way it normally does, which entails making dreams too pretty not to blog and simultaneously just creepy enough to reconsider the publish button.
*However, he is delightful as Seely Booth and I totally love Bones and guess who my Bones crush is you will never EVAR guess it is Sweets Mreowl His lips are prettttttty and also did you know that you can tell I am feeling better and the reason that you can tell is when I am giddy I indulge my STYLISTIC choice which is not grammar fail it is a manipulated rule for ART reasons and what I do is I run on my sentences until they have verbal shin splints and still they run run run.