Diana's Diarya vault of venting anda mausoleum of musings (not to mention, an abode of alliteration)
|
2001-04-23 - 7:15 p.m. Dreamology 102I took a nap this afternoon, and I had a wicked strange dream. In it, my pulse was racing--like, scarily so. I put my hand to my throat, to see just how fast it was racing, and I didn't even have to bother feeling around for the pulse, because the vein was throbbing so hard that I feared that the vein was going to burst right through my neck. I timed my pulse by my watch, but the second hand on my watch was ticking at the same pace as my pulse, way too fast. Like, the second hand was making it all the way around in about 5 seconds. I consciously slowed my breathing, trying to slow my pulse. It worked, and I could see the second hand on my watch slowing down. I held my breath for a minute, exhaled, and suddenly the second hand on my watch started running backwards. Then the phone rang, and I woke up. Weird. Weird-ass weird. -Diana �
� |