Recurring Nightmares

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...bit of a misnomer there. I don't really have nightmares in the sense that I have dreams that actually scare me, but certain dreams will wake me up, sweating and heart pounding, over and over again in a single night. Not often, but it's annoying when it does happen. There are a couple that do recur, at worst they're a bit upsetting (there was one week where I ended up shooting my brother and my dog at least once every night). Last night, though, I realised that despite the annoyance of waking up every hour or so just to continue the dream when I drifted off again, I was actually kind of enjoying this particular show that my warped mind was putting on, and it wasn't the first time.


So today I took the time to write down everything I could remember from last night, nonsensical and disjointed as it was. It's like I was seeing a story that wasn't mine, and I only had a part of it (admittedly that part filled up a good 7 pages of one of my old schoolbooks), so I mostly had no idea what was going on, but I think I could build on it and make it into something other people might enjoy too.


The problem, as always, will be having the time and inclination to do this, especially since I should be starting uni in a few weeks (on that note - holy shit, ANU, hurry up and open enrolments, I'm getting paranoid about that).

EDIT: OK, I've typed up what I wrote down yesterday, it's here if you're interested:
NightmaresThere was a small beach surrounded by sheer cliffs on two sides and a tall building at the back. The only entrance to the building was a large metal door flanked by two piers that no longer reached the water, tattered tarps covering the undersides of each. Under these tarps dwelled two prisoners, not held by ropes or chains, but fear. Fear that leaving the shade of their shelter would kill them, fear of burning in the now too-harsh sun, fear that in standing out in the open they would attract unwanted attention and fear that any break in the accepted schedule would cause the matron to punish them by withholding their already meagre daily rations.
The heavy door creaked a little as it began to open, and the prisoners scrambled out of their shelters to stand by their respective piers, well used to what that sound normally means. A man emerged from the building, tall, and wearing a long, thick coat completely unsuited to the sweltering daytime climate. He marched purposefully towards one


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Iltacom's avatar
You should write an outline, and draw images, and we should then make it into a graphic novel :D

Also, post apocalyptic crazy people? So it's just a normal day at home for y'all then?