I had nightmares all morning about Jack Nicholson. Long story, but suffice to say, I woke up all knotted and tense and awful feeling.
“Meine,” I whined at Andreas after the alarm went off. “I had bad dreams all morning.”
“Yeah, I know,” Andreas said.
“You know?”
“Yeah, you woke me up talking in your sleep.”
I never ever talk in my sleep.
“Really?! What did I say?”
“You said, ‘What the FUCK?!’”
Ah yes. That fits about perfectly. You’d say the same thing if you had dreams all morning about Jack Nicholson being in a horror movie where he was a murderer covered in entrails and bandages and his face was all half burned off and looked like a oozing singed marshmellow, complete with white-tinged bile and other people’s blood dripping down his neck.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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abby
December 12th, 2003 at 9:04 am
That’s effed up, because I have previously had similar nightmares about the Nicholson (he and Robert Deniro were cannibals!) and this morning I woke up really pissed off from dreaming that Ally Sheedy refused to haggle with me over a giant candle she was selling at her middle-eastern store in West Philly.
Too much cable tv.
Ariel
December 12th, 2003 at 9:12 am
My nightmare was caused by reading a review of “Something’s Gotta Give” last night.
alison
December 12th, 2003 at 9:46 am
that’s strange. a few years ago i woke up my then-boyfriend by saying “what the FUCK?!” and i never talk in my sleep, either.
my recent ex woke me up once when he said “tom waits.” just “tom waits,” with no trace of inflection.