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bagheera_sanI have nightmares once in a while, usually anxiety dreams or just straight-forward "OMG THERE'S A SPIDER" dreams. This morning at 3:30 a.m. I woke from a dream that wasn't like that at all. It was almost... it was fear on a spiritual level. Fucking creepy.
It was night when I woke up and looked out of my window and noticed that there was an unusual bright line of stars in the sky that hadn't been there before. I got up and wandered around the flat, looking out of windows everywhere and spotted more and more of these bright star clusters and strange constellations in the sky, and colourful nebula and things that looked like Hubble photographs, but right there in the ordinary sky above our flat. It was beautiful, but it was also *wrong*.
I got a little freaked out then, speculating if maybe earth had been relocated or something and fretted about radiation levels for a bit, but then I got back into bed, staring out of my window again at the strange constellations. And then I noticed that flickering lights were on behind the stained glass windows of the churches outside, and I could hear people singing because it was the end of the world, but it wasn't any human kind of song.
And then I really woke up, still hearing that song. Thank god my mom was already up and so were the cats and I could sit on the floor and get some human contact. But when I went back to bed I still kept checking the sky and reassuring myself that there were no freaky stars or huge scaryass cathedrals outside and that it definitely wasn't Judgement Day.
It was night when I woke up and looked out of my window and noticed that there was an unusual bright line of stars in the sky that hadn't been there before. I got up and wandered around the flat, looking out of windows everywhere and spotted more and more of these bright star clusters and strange constellations in the sky, and colourful nebula and things that looked like Hubble photographs, but right there in the ordinary sky above our flat. It was beautiful, but it was also *wrong*.
I got a little freaked out then, speculating if maybe earth had been relocated or something and fretted about radiation levels for a bit, but then I got back into bed, staring out of my window again at the strange constellations. And then I noticed that flickering lights were on behind the stained glass windows of the churches outside, and I could hear people singing because it was the end of the world, but it wasn't any human kind of song.
And then I really woke up, still hearing that song. Thank god my mom was already up and so were the cats and I could sit on the floor and get some human contact. But when I went back to bed I still kept checking the sky and reassuring myself that there were no freaky stars or huge scaryass cathedrals outside and that it definitely wasn't Judgement Day.
