Jordaxia
01-06-2005, 23:29
As basically all my MSN contacts know, I'm not feeling too well at the moment. Awww, and all that. It's no big deal, except for this really terrible fever I had last night.
When I went to bed, I spent around an hour shivering and turning over again and again in my bed, and generally feeling miserable. So far, so common cold. Except, Somewhere along the line, I began to get this really wierd fever stuff. I started thinking that my bedsheets had something to do with the fabric of oblivion, and that if I lay in them in a particular way, I'd die. For some reason, achieving this state of death was of the utmost importance to me. I was thinking that the entire purpose of life was in fact death, and that by not achieving it, I was not.... capable of it, or similar. I wasn't thinking clearly. It was really strange, because my dad came into the room to get something out the cupboard, and I distinctly remember just staring out blankly. He wasn't really paying attention though, and given it was like 6am, he suggested I go back to sleep. I then spent the next three hours or so trying to achieve death.
That completely freaked me out when I got up and my brain began to clear. It's not what usually happens when I get a cold. :D Although it has happened to me before, though it was a different delusion. (something about magic and people duplicating themselves and watching me constantly.)
So there you go. Anyone else have these fever dreams.... anyone care to analyse mine?
When I went to bed, I spent around an hour shivering and turning over again and again in my bed, and generally feeling miserable. So far, so common cold. Except, Somewhere along the line, I began to get this really wierd fever stuff. I started thinking that my bedsheets had something to do with the fabric of oblivion, and that if I lay in them in a particular way, I'd die. For some reason, achieving this state of death was of the utmost importance to me. I was thinking that the entire purpose of life was in fact death, and that by not achieving it, I was not.... capable of it, or similar. I wasn't thinking clearly. It was really strange, because my dad came into the room to get something out the cupboard, and I distinctly remember just staring out blankly. He wasn't really paying attention though, and given it was like 6am, he suggested I go back to sleep. I then spent the next three hours or so trying to achieve death.
That completely freaked me out when I got up and my brain began to clear. It's not what usually happens when I get a cold. :D Although it has happened to me before, though it was a different delusion. (something about magic and people duplicating themselves and watching me constantly.)
So there you go. Anyone else have these fever dreams.... anyone care to analyse mine?