Seriously, my mind offers endless entertainment when I sleep. Especially when I’m sick and sleeping. I went home at lunchtime because I was sweating and trembling at the same time, and the headache was breaking through the ibuprofen.
At least I tried, I thought, and rode the train home. When I came home I sat about for a bit before going to bed at 2pm or something. I slept till 8, waking up very close to screaming. Lannie with fever makes for insane nightmares. God, I’m still all shaken up.
What I dreamt was that I was pretty far away from home, still about an hour’s ride. I had dropped off my sisters at some place (?) and now had to ride the last bit home by myself. It was clouded, the trees were green, I was wearing a black dress (my favourite summer dress), and I was sporting something that came very close to a migraine. Hammering headache.
Now, the car in itself was a future invention. The idea of it was that you controlled the car by thought. While the car thought for itself mostly by figuring out how to pass other cars and when to keep distance and how to take that corner in the road, you would function as it’s TomTom, giving it short commands by thought through a telepathic field. Go left, go right. That kind of stuff. You only had to think the route, and the car would take you there.
It was quite a sensitive thing and it worked pretty well for me usually. But on this day I was having a blinding headache and I was very discouraged about having to go all the way home while feeling like shit. So standing before a traincrossing, waiting for the train to come by, I thought, very clearly: “Fucking headache, I wish I was dead.”
And the car pulled up and drove straight onto the traintracks.
I screamed, tried to get the car to move, but it wouldn’t respond to my manual override. I only had a second or two before the train met up with me. Upon impact of the train, I woke all at once, trying to scream but collapsing in coughing.
Great fun, my mind. It sucks. 
that is a seriously messed up dream.
Last night I dreamt of strog/borg-like zombies with chainsaws and stuff for arms that wanted to eat everyone/chop everyone into bits, and the only way to escape was to go into the higher levels of the city, until we were at the very top, and they were still coming, and… then I woke up, panted for a moment, went to sleep again and dreamt the same fucking thing right over again.
So… yeah… fever dreams. Fucking suck. *hugs*
I had a long discussion with Tijs the other night about semi-lucid dreams. I usually get them at the tail end of the nightmare and am able, with my half-formed awareness, to force myself awake at the last possible moment.
It’s the dumbest things that tip you off you’re dreaming, you know? For me it’s the realization that I know what’s going to happen next- I can’t stop it, but I still know. The sky could be purple and I wouldn’t notice, but a sense of premonition almost always let’s me realize I’m asleep. Dreams are freaking weird.
*hugs*
I hate fever dreams as well, usually I get this one where a deamon with horns is trying to kill dad. I’ve had that dream since I was very little.
Last night though I dreamt of dating a football team. That was rather nice, though the alarm woke me too soon.