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fucked up shit

when i'm sick, i have to take antihistimes etc for my sinus every night. a side-effect of these is that i dream some fucked up shit when they knock me out. an example of this happened the night before last...

i was watching a video of footage with my mum. just some gathering of people at some party or another, i didnt really recognise anyone, but it was on in the background as her and i chatted. some other woman was there, with long dark hair, but i never saw her face and she didn't speak to me, she just keep watching the tape, and i figured she was one of mum's friends.
anyway the boring stuffy backyard gathering went on for a while and then i heard some clubby "it's raining men" kinda tune and spots from an offscreen disco ball danced everywhere and out came April's husband, dressed only in a large golden bling with a dollar-sign covering him. and he danced about the place naked and striking stupid poses and you could hear all the women at this party screaming and laughing and giggling at him on the tape.
i looked at mum and pointed and said 'hey thats graham! i know him! that's april's husband!' and watched in fascinated horror as he danced away on the screen. my mum didnt say anything, she just kinda grinned.
i turned my attention back to the tape, wondering what the fuck this party was and when the hell did Graham become a stripper and does April know about it and why on earth does mum have a tape of this party, when i realised that the backyard the party was in was actually my backyard!
this had been taped my house!!
before i could ask what the fuck was going on everyone on the tape took their clothes off and ran around to the music. RUNNING AROUND NAKED IN MY YARD!!!
then suddenly the camera swung around and i saw my mum was there, and she was naked too!!
...there was a bit more to it than that, but you get the general idea...
anyway, i was thoroughly disgusted and turned the tape off. for some reason the woman with the dark hair kept staring at the screen as though i'd never switched it off. her lack of movement or, anything really, grew really sinister.
i began yelling at my mum and calling her all sorts of things.
she didnt understand why i was so upset.
i didnt understand why theyd showed me the tape.
the dark haired woman just sat and stared at the screen, but i felt like she was smirking.
i got the distinct impression that they were just fucking with me.

it was about this time i worked out that i was dreaming, and decided it was time to wake myself up before i'm disturbed into madness.
i think i skulled a litre of water when i woke up, and i had to shake my head a few times and switch on the tv to drive it from my mind. even early-morning infomercials are better than remembering that.

like i said, fucked up shit.

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