I no longer have bad dreams
about giant spiders
and nuclear armaggedon.
Instead I have nightmares
where I have gone mad
and am halucinating all of the above.*
Mainly I have bad dreams
where I cannot work out the plural form of
And resultingly have to rewrite large sections of poetry
with only 15 mintues to go before my self imposed
NaPoWriMo midnight deadline.
I was also halucinating giant statues of Disney charachters
And fast food items.
But that doesn't sound scary, horrible or cliched
[End. One can only hope that tomorrow something interesting will happen for me to poem about. Alternatively, maybe I'll grow an imagination.]
3 hours ago