we are living in an immaterial world; I am an immaterial girl.

[rosa_acicularis]

Okay, seriously. I am deeply concerned by the products of my unconscious mind.

I had the fucked up dream to end all fucked up dreams last night. What's worse is that it was one of those rare clearly plotted and perfectly linear dreams- like watching a movie. Or, should I say, like watching a Doctor Who special. A Doctor/Rose reunion special directed in a joint effort by Tim Burton and Quentin Tarantino, with special effects by the guys who did Pan's Labyrinth. I had a truly macabre zombie apocalypse Doctor Who dream. 

Honestly. I didn't even know my brain was capable of shit like that. Ew.

And yes, the Doctor and Rose were reunited in the end, but please believe me when I say she would have done better to stay in Pete's World. Bit difficult to share a happy reunion hug when your consciousness is trapped in a computer and the best hello you can manage is, "Erm, Doctor? Nice to see you - well, not see you, obviously, because I'm pretty sure that the alien race using Great Britain for their gratuitously gory bacchanalia just served my eyeballs in a soup."

Can you blame me for waking up at three o'clock this morning and being too afraid to go back to sleep? It was a deeply scarring experience.

And yet I remain impressed by the dark humor, level of detail and complex story structure generated by my evil unconscious mind. My conscious mind is secretly a little jealous.

So wrong. I can't even begin to tell you. I still feel nauseated every time I think about it.