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Freaking Out - Nightmare! =(
Aug. 9th, 2007 10:02 amYou know how I burnt my hand at work a couple of months back?
Yeah?
Well, I just woke up from the worst nightmare ever! In it, I had to get one of my fingers CUT OFF!!! *wibbles and tries not to cry* (I think had I continued the dream, there was a notion that it’d be sewed back on, but still! It had to be CUT freakin’ OFF!) o_0
I’ve been shaking since I got up (which is in no way related to the cold) and keep checking that my hand is okay and...and...and... God, it felt real! So real.
What led to the I-need-to-cut-off-your-hand thing? I was on holiday with family (and some ex-boyfriend mum broke up with YEARS ago whom I completely hated and always had disagreements with).
When we arrived at the place we were staying at (some desert-y area), mum decided that she’d like to drive the car into the pool. Yeah. Really. She drove right in.
I opened my car door just before we went under and managed to pull my bag out (my DVDs! They were the first thing I thought about saving!) and then I got out myself. The others got out fine, too. All was good there, but then my hand! My finger… *whimpers*
They just came right out with it. They needed to CUT IT OFF! (My hand got injured somehow – I’m not quite sure how – in the ‘accident’.)
Funnily enough, in the meantime, I somehow managed to pull all these really awesome pranks on my cousins – without doing a thing. I don’t remember the specifics of the pranks unfortunately, but hey. I’m trying to distract myself with that to get my mind of my hand.
*blinks*
*blinks some more*
Nope, not working. *sniffs*
God, I need a hug! And distractions. BIG distractions. =(
Yeah?
Well, I just woke up from the worst nightmare ever! In it, I had to get one of my fingers CUT OFF!!! *wibbles and tries not to cry* (I think had I continued the dream, there was a notion that it’d be sewed back on, but still! It had to be CUT freakin’ OFF!) o_0
I’ve been shaking since I got up (which is in no way related to the cold) and keep checking that my hand is okay and...and...and... God, it felt real! So real.
What led to the I-need-to-cut-off-your-hand thing? I was on holiday with family (and some ex-boyfriend mum broke up with YEARS ago whom I completely hated and always had disagreements with).
When we arrived at the place we were staying at (some desert-y area), mum decided that she’d like to drive the car into the pool. Yeah. Really. She drove right in.
I opened my car door just before we went under and managed to pull my bag out (my DVDs! They were the first thing I thought about saving!) and then I got out myself. The others got out fine, too. All was good there, but then my hand! My finger… *whimpers*
They just came right out with it. They needed to CUT IT OFF! (My hand got injured somehow – I’m not quite sure how – in the ‘accident’.)
Funnily enough, in the meantime, I somehow managed to pull all these really awesome pranks on my cousins – without doing a thing. I don’t remember the specifics of the pranks unfortunately, but hey. I’m trying to distract myself with that to get my mind of my hand.
*blinks*
*blinks some more*
Nope, not working. *sniffs*
God, I need a hug! And distractions. BIG distractions. =(
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