Soaked in Blood Godfather Horse Head Style
Last night was a nightmare, literally and metaphorically.
I had the worst flashback dream for more than six months. I woke from being screamed at whilst having a CVA to find myself in the middle of a nosebleed.
I was covered in blood. The bed was soaked in blood Godfather horse head style. I had a splitting headache.
I could not get back to sleep. The day has brought further things for me to worry about and the headache will not shift.
There are many things I probably should be writing about tonight – the real reason the Queen was unable to visit Arsenal’s new stadium, a wonderful story about the US Navy blog commentator Mirk put me onto and the Bill Hicks project – but right now I feel too weary to think straight.
I had the worst flashback dream for more than six months. I woke from being screamed at whilst having a CVA to find myself in the middle of a nosebleed.
I was covered in blood. The bed was soaked in blood Godfather horse head style. I had a splitting headache.
I could not get back to sleep. The day has brought further things for me to worry about and the headache will not shift.
There are many things I probably should be writing about tonight – the real reason the Queen was unable to visit Arsenal’s new stadium, a wonderful story about the US Navy blog commentator Mirk put me onto and the Bill Hicks project – but right now I feel too weary to think straight.
9 Comments:
"Blog commentator" I wish, far to flattering Sir! For my poorly written blog I don't even let my friends and family know about it such would be my embarasement.
Rest my dear friend.
Rest my dear friend.
Not ever having had nosebleeds, i am not sure how dangerous they are. Should you be going to casualty? Are they harmless? (Nosebleeds, not casualty.) You only have so much blood to spare. Please take care of yourself.
That's just the worst. As an insomniac, I don't sleep that much anyway, but when I do I dream endlessly and in such detail that it's hard to shake off what's real, what's dream when I wake up. The scene you've described is my worst nightmare.
Are you ok?
Eeeek. Hope as I write this you are getting rested up and awake headache free...and on clean white sheets.
Mirk – you leave comments on a blog, you are a commentator. Besides, thanks to you, I have an idea for an entry if I ever get desperate enough to write Secrets & Lies 2.
Thank you everyone for your concern. I am fine. Just feeling blurgh. The reason why the nightmare was so bad was because it was a replay of events that actually happened to me and left me as the one-eye guy.
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