The Sunday Night Sex Death

6:30 am - 07.29.02

For those of you just tuning in, this is installment #5 of 5 in a series of fucked up dreams I've had. It all started here. I've broken them up because long entries generally make people want to skim.

I had a few dreams where I was in this weird city where you had to jump from platform to platform to get anywhere, and all of the platforms were really rickety. Yes, I realise that this comes from playing too many video games. But here is how the final one went:

I was walking around in this big part of the city that for some reason kind of reminded me of an airport even though it wasn't, and I jumped up to the highest platform. There was a lot of wind and I ran inside of a store that was white and red on the outside, and beige-ish on the inside. When I walked out, I saw the lady from the Sunday Night Sex Show (if you get Oxygen, she's on every night at midnight) on the platform right next to it that was lower. It was kind of a long jump, and I jumped for her, and I missed. But I grabbed onto her arms and it really wasn't that high up anymore and it looked like she was sitting on a lilypad with bright orange flowers.
"You're gonna be OK. You didn't fall," she said. I was really really like hyperventilating.
"Unless... you didn't feel yourself touch the bottom, did you?" I looked up at her and said yes.
"Well, you lived a good life."
And then I woke up.
And now I just realised that if Freddy Krueger ever got his deformed hands on me, I'd be SOL 'cuz I die a lot in my dreams.

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