Laughter and Nightmares
Mar. 26th, 2004 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherWell, on the upside, I am awake after sleeping since 8-something AM. Improvement is a gradual improvement, but there.
Laughter is the best medicine, as I've learned. In this case, generated by the fact that WHN was used to advertise 100% organic tampons, and an exchange had with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spartanfan about it.
On the other hand, however, I had a no-shit nightmare today, and one I actually remember. This is quite odd.
It was somehow at my parents house and the state fair at the same time. The parts at the state fair involved Lisa and I, and were actually quite pleasant, until I went to get Lisa for something and ran into Leonard Nemoy instead. Apparently he'd gone into the guest room.
Leonard took me to the state fair while talking about art and directing, and before I knew it, I'd been hooked into a state fair choir performance as directed by Leonard Nemoy. Then, I finally looked at my phone and realized it had been on silent. I had over 100 voice mails, all from Lisa trying to find out if I was OK, and why I had left her. (This is where the nightmare part started.)
No matter what I did, I couldn't call or reply to her, and the messages started getting sadder and angrier, until she left me over them, and told me never to speak to her again.
I know it's weird to be scared of something like this, but it was. It was like I got trapped by my old life that I hated and Leonard Nemoy, and lost
Laughter is the best medicine, as I've learned. In this case, generated by the fact that WHN was used to advertise 100% organic tampons, and an exchange had with
spartanfan about it. On the other hand, however, I had a no-shit nightmare today, and one I actually remember. This is quite odd.
It was somehow at my parents house and the state fair at the same time. The parts at the state fair involved Lisa and I, and were actually quite pleasant, until I went to get Lisa for something and ran into Leonard Nemoy instead. Apparently he'd gone into the guest room.
Leonard took me to the state fair while talking about art and directing, and before I knew it, I'd been hooked into a state fair choir performance as directed by Leonard Nemoy. Then, I finally looked at my phone and realized it had been on silent. I had over 100 voice mails, all from Lisa trying to find out if I was OK, and why I had left her. (This is where the nightmare part started.)
No matter what I did, I couldn't call or reply to her, and the messages started getting sadder and angrier, until she left me over them, and told me never to speak to her again.
I know it's weird to be scared of something like this, but it was. It was like I got trapped by my old life that I hated and Leonard Nemoy, and lost
