Morbid dreams

[tallulahgs]

Last night I dreamt I was in the original BR fanfic 72 Hours, which, for anyone reading who doesn't know, is even more violent, bloody and horrible than the original BR. Anyway, we decided to all team up and not kill each other, and so we were sitting on the grass outside my university accommodation. At least two people gave up hope and threw themselves off the roof of said accommodation, and one guy tried to grope me but I told him to go away. We were going to order pizza in (yeah, I know, apparently the BR authorities were nice here) and this girl was complaining about how fattening it is, and I wanted to point out that we'd probably all be dead a few hours after we'd eaten it so it wouldn't matter, it probably wouldn't even have fully digested yet. And I kept thinking maybe I should go up to my room and find my razor, so I'd have a weapon or could suicide, or jump off the roof... because I kept thinking about all the horrible, painful ways people died in the fic and how I didn't want that to happen... but I didn't have the guts to suicide. (I tried to go get my razor but there was someone in my room so I ran away).
And then I woke up, and I felt extremely gloomy. I don't think it helped having the BR take place in the university!


This is a "short break" from the ever-present revision. Vectors has too many letters in it.

Apologies to anyone I disappeared to on MSN last night. After I had words with/an annoying text message from (that I couldn't reply to because I have no credit on my phone) Tom, Duncan came in and we chatted for some time until I was less ready to break something, then I went and watched Desperate Housewives round at a friend's. So... sorry.