disturbing dream
Sep. 14th, 2013 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanStarted off with a winter Convergence in Stratford. A bunch of us went tobogganing. After we were all nicely cold and wet we retired to the tea room for alcoholic cocoa and mulled wine.
Then I got kidnapped.
The kidnapper kept me in a basement for long enough that people assumed I was dead. I think he mostly just wanted somebody to torture and he ended up cutting off my legs at the knees and my arms at the elbows. And my ears. And I think he scalped me or burned the top of my head because my hair never grew back afterwards.
He dumped me on the highway that runs out of Stratford in the middle of the night. I kept flailing around on the road whenever a car went by, so the drivers would know I was alive and not just a pile of rags or something that could just be run over. (The highway isn't lit, it would be easy to run over something on the road.) Nobody stopped but the drivers must have called 911 because the police eventually showed up and retrieved me.
So I spent the rest of my life bald, no ears, with mechanical prosthetics instead of hands or feet.
Of course it made the news. Right before I woke up I was doing an AMA session with Reddit and somebody asked me some really stupid question about my life since the attack. And I remember responding that without ears my glasses kept sliding off my face, so that was really annoying.
So apparently still in full possession of my sarcasm.
But really, subconscious. What the fuck?
Then I got kidnapped.
The kidnapper kept me in a basement for long enough that people assumed I was dead. I think he mostly just wanted somebody to torture and he ended up cutting off my legs at the knees and my arms at the elbows. And my ears. And I think he scalped me or burned the top of my head because my hair never grew back afterwards.
He dumped me on the highway that runs out of Stratford in the middle of the night. I kept flailing around on the road whenever a car went by, so the drivers would know I was alive and not just a pile of rags or something that could just be run over. (The highway isn't lit, it would be easy to run over something on the road.) Nobody stopped but the drivers must have called 911 because the police eventually showed up and retrieved me.
So I spent the rest of my life bald, no ears, with mechanical prosthetics instead of hands or feet.
Of course it made the news. Right before I woke up I was doing an AMA session with Reddit and somebody asked me some really stupid question about my life since the attack. And I remember responding that without ears my glasses kept sliding off my face, so that was really annoying.
So apparently still in full possession of my sarcasm.
But really, subconscious. What the fuck?