Exhausted

Last night the cat knocked a box off my dresser and it landed with a loud BANG waking me from deep sleep with a gasp. My adrenalin must have still been churning because when I got back to sleep I dreamed a horror movie trailer.

 

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We were working in an indoor garden/jungle type building when I noticed a huge snail. The shell was as big as a spread hand and the body was longer than an arm. It looked weird so I reached out to touch it and instead of normal slime, it was thickly slathered with butterscotch-pudding looking stuff. I remembered a previous dream telling me to "follow the Glue" because the large snails were someone's science experiment and the butterscotch looking "Glue" was the key to it all. 

 

The dream cut to a later scene where an over head speaker was announcing "catastrophic failure" in the pod/building next to ours. Looking through the adjoining glass everything looked normal. Lots of waist and shoulder high greenery and nothing moving then SPLAT! a human that was little more than Glue covered skeleton in a space suit with no helmet crashed against the glass in a last desperate attempt to escape. As they slid to the ground dead, the greenery started to give in to the Glue that had transferred from the running human and within seconds, all the greenery yellowed, and browned, and dissolved into nothing showing the walls of the pod also dissolving and letting the last of the air escape from the pod onto the alien surface of what ever planet we were on.

 

The people around me were in a panic shouting and milling around. Half wanted to try to rescue any survivors, half wanted to run away, there was a leader telling us there was no way anyone survived but that the reinforced bio-hazard barriers between pods should protect us...and the whole time I was just standing there, in shock, thinking about the snail.

 

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I woke and decided I did not want that dream again and asked my brain for something a bit less sci-fi as I fell asleep. Unfortunately it just picked a different horror and I had a dream of physical abuse at the hands of a lecherous guardian/captor with the knowledge that reporting the offender would simply get me told by the police that the red marks were no proof cause I could have done that to myself because I didn't like my father/stepfather/husband/? or simply for attention.

 

So you can see why last night's sleep wasn't very restful at all.