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Jan. 18th, 2010 04:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mereilinIt seems so wrong to be awake at this hour, but here I am. I had a Criminal Minds dream -- not that it included any of the characters from the TV show because I honestly don't follow it at all, but Jon often watches it, and the TV is five feet away from my computer monitor, which means that if I'm here and it's on I can't really avoid it. And it's the kind of thing I don't want to see, yet I can't look away. I cope by googling the episode title and reading someone's spoiler-laden synopsis.
Sometimes I can tell Jon how it ends and he'll change the channel. He changes the channels constantly anyway.
So this dream felt like that show -- horrific yet riveting. And as it unfolded I became aware that my son was on the couch watching it, too, and the cinemascope dream version of violence and terror shrank to handy television size. I covered dream-Danny's eyes and woke up in full anxiety mode at 3:30.
I thought about going back to the dream to see how it ended, since I couldn't google the story line, but real-life anxiety quickly replaced the dream-induced. Outside the wind is howling, snow is drifting, and I started fretting about things in the yard not put away and what thoughtless thing I might have said or done lately to lose friends and alienate people, and remembering forgotten bits of my own childhood and worrying about my dad.
I can't even change the channel, although I suppose there may yet be some opportunity to influence how this episode ends.
Carry on.
Sometimes I can tell Jon how it ends and he'll change the channel. He changes the channels constantly anyway.
So this dream felt like that show -- horrific yet riveting. And as it unfolded I became aware that my son was on the couch watching it, too, and the cinemascope dream version of violence and terror shrank to handy television size. I covered dream-Danny's eyes and woke up in full anxiety mode at 3:30.
I thought about going back to the dream to see how it ended, since I couldn't google the story line, but real-life anxiety quickly replaced the dream-induced. Outside the wind is howling, snow is drifting, and I started fretting about things in the yard not put away and what thoughtless thing I might have said or done lately to lose friends and alienate people, and remembering forgotten bits of my own childhood and worrying about my dad.
I can't even change the channel, although I suppose there may yet be some opportunity to influence how this episode ends.
Carry on.
