Last night, I dreamt that I had a major falling out with Erin. We were exchanging emails that were so angry that the background behind the text was turned a deep blood red.
I could hear her screaming at me, as if the sounds were somehow being released from behind the words, indistinctly.
And I had no idea what we were arguing about, or what I'd done to deserve this.
And I woke up to her phoning me (at 5am, because she'd misplaced something I packed, that she found as I picked up the phone), and everything was ok, and she missed me as much as I missed her, and I felt pretty much as happy as I ever have.
Except for having watched the Eight Legged Freaks trailer yesterday evening, because since then, my skin keeps tingling.
I could hear her screaming at me, as if the sounds were somehow being released from behind the words, indistinctly.
And I had no idea what we were arguing about, or what I'd done to deserve this.
And I woke up to her phoning me (at 5am, because she'd misplaced something I packed, that she found as I picked up the phone), and everything was ok, and she missed me as much as I missed her, and I felt pretty much as happy as I ever have.
Except for having watched the Eight Legged Freaks trailer yesterday evening, because since then, my skin keeps tingling.
Hon, that's awful
Date: 2002-04-01 03:30 pm (UTC)Dunno
Date: 2002-04-01 03:37 pm (UTC)