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2012-01-26 - 5:19 p.m.

I had a weird experience last night. When I went to bed, I was laying there dozing off, when I suddenly fell off the world. It was one of those things where your whole body jumps all of a sudden just when you are relaxing for sleep. It was a shocking, scary, startle. I felt a rush of adrenaline and my heart was pounding for a couple of minutes. It took a little while before I was able to relax again. Then, I had a terrible, terrible nightmare.

I dreamed I was in a house or large building, full of long hallways and rooms that had a lot of floor space. There were people all over the place. They were wearing non-descript, blah clothing and they were all staggering like zombies. I realized they were all playing a role play game in which they were zombies and the other players, one of whom was me, had to fake like a zombie to avoid making the other zombies go into a frenzy. The "living" couldn't let on that they were a living person or the "undead zombies" would attack. I did not want any part of this game. I didn't know how I had ended up in this situation but I knew I wanted to stop it immediately. I knew that if I just tried to stop, go out of character, and say "Hey guys, I don't want to play" they would start shrieking and running at me and I would panic inside. (Cause I totally would) So I thought the best thing to do would be to play along till I got near a door, then get the hell out.

It.

Was.

Horrible.

So there I was, walking along, being a zombie, staying close to the walls, not looking at anyone, and hoping against hope they didn't notice me. This was absolutely horrifying and I was absolutely on pins and needles fearing that a gang of these zombies were about to start shrieking and pawing at me. Even though I knew they were only play acting, I was terrified. Social anxiety times infinity.

Then, this faded off and it cut to another scene, where I was finally safe. I was in my bedroom, and it seemed just like the dream was over and I was in my own bed, here at home. As I was laying there, dozing off, I started to hear a zombie growl coming from under the bed. New terror gripped me and I slowly looked over the side of my bed to the floor. Right in front of my eyes, a zombie slid out from under my bed as if she was laying on one of those big skateboard-like things that mechanics use to go under cars. The zombie was female with faded looking, yellowish nasty hair, with a page boy type hair cut and her eyes were all milky and dead. Her teeth were as yellow as her hair. And they were jagged and all visible in a grimace. This was terrifying. Thank God it wasn't a night terror. I was able to realize it was a dream and not really happening.

Why on earth would I have a dream like that??? It sounds like a stress dream, or a dream brought on by being uncomfortable around a bunch of strangers. I have no stress and no strangers around me. What the heck?

I think I know what this dream was about though. There was a guy in SL relentlessly badgering me last night while I was trying to play trivia. I've told him countless times I am not interested, not now, not ever. I'm not on the market for a boyfriend or a partner in SL. He is relentless and says he will never give up. So I am apparently going to have to be really mean about it and I don't really want to do that.

So right before I went to bed, I was a grown person in a game of role play being enlisted in a game I didn't want any part of and there seemed to be no escape.

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