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[phosfate]

Godawful nightmares. One last night where I was being given art instruction by a dictatorial and bewildering Lucille Ball. She was also seriously Mobbed up, which meant that you didn't dare cross her. And all the extras had really shoddily made-up stump arms - y'know, the kind that are so bad that they extend almost to knee length, and you can clearly see the lumps of their hands underneath.

Another where I was swimming underwater and found I was barred from reaching the surface by an endless tangle of body parts and seaweed. Occasionally a bloated hand would drop off and sink, and I had to keep out of its way because, well, dead hand. Gross. Thanks, World Trade Center. Thank you so bloody much.

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[rdorothy.livejournal.com]

Why, I had an aquatic dead-people nightmare, too!!!!

[finabair.livejournal.com]

Mine wasn't too bad, by comparison. I was driving a school bus in some backwater town and nobody would get out of my way so I was stuck with all these kids. I didn't want to wake up, though, until all the kids were dropped off 'cuz I didn't wanna be stuck with them.

Weird. I've never driven a bus in my LIFE. I've never even driven a van.