Nicotine Patch...

So ya, I'm on the patch.

Three days now. No biggie...not even close to being a non-smoker or able to call myself quit yet...but three days is 75 cigarettes less then what I would have smoked if I wasn't on the patch. Its also almost 35 dollars saved.

wOOt!!

The dreams though...whoa. Sleeping with the patch on has given me some fantastic night time entertainment! Hell...even if you don't smoke you gotta try taking a nap with one of these patch thingies on...! O_o

Last night I fell in love with Poseidon's daughter, who had two lesbian friends that liked to make out in their underwater cave/apartment. Poseidon was none to happy that I was boinking his daughter and chased me all over...however little did he know that I was in possession of a wand (much like Harry Potters wand(at least that's how it looked)) that could very much kick his ass!! So after beating him in combat we had a little heart to heart and I convinced him that I was good for his daughter - and that she was going to teach me how to surf.

Or something like that? Many dreams a long those lines. Its a whole new ballgame with this patch on my shoulder, and for the most part I cant wait to get to sleep at night to see what I am able to conjure up next!

Viva la non-smoking! Or something like that. *g*

The whole demon thing is pretty overdone.

The ground was frozen and hard, its icy chill seeped into my back and my legs as I lay there paralyzed. It wasn't the cold that rendered me motionless, but terror. A terror so strong that even breathing became something that seemed almost impossible to accomplish. Fear engulfed me, it became all that I was aware of...all that I knew.

True evil was grasping for my soul. Not the kind of evil that we see every day - Murder, theft, mental/physical abuse, or any number of wrongs done from one person to another; but true evil. Evil that one doesn't even know exists until they are face to face with it; when it’s too late to do anything but lay there immobile, gripped in your terror...

Evil in flesh...demon spawns that prey upon anything and anyone - Hunters of the dark that feast upon all that is weaker then they.

Mundane I know...but it was my dream and I didn't seem to have any control over it. Still I half to admit the whole demon thing is pretty overdone.

I had been running and running forever it seemed. I know there were people with me, but their faces were fuzzy...all skin and flesh blurred and distorted. One by one they fell away, whether it was from the fear that was licking at my own heels...or the demons themselves that hunted us I cannot be certain. All I know is suddenly...I was a lone.

Exhausted, I stumbled my way across a great field, my breath came ragged, the heat from my wheezing froze upon the air before me, wispy tendrils of mist that quickly evaporated into nothing. My feet felt sluggish, they couldn't keep up with the panicked racing of my mind. I had to move, I dare not look back, and I mustn't fall.

Fall I eventually did. I can’t be sure of what happened, at one point I was staggering my way through the dark and the next thing I knew I could feel shards of ice pushing against my cheek as I lay there motionless...heart racing, fear pumping through my veins.

Somehow through the static in my head I managed to roll over onto my back. I could see the outline of the scrub from a nearby bush, the stark branches sang out to me offering up the false hope of protection. Scrambling for all I was worth my fingers tore at the frozen earth, inch by inch I dragged myself beneath the bare skeletal branches of the undergrowth and shut my eyes tight...hoping that somehow in the darkness I could lose whatever it was that followed behind me.

There are no words that can properly convey what happened next. These were after all the images of a dream sleep that are often convoluted and muddled even for the one experiencing them. Suffice to say that as I had anticipated the glimmer of hope and protection that I had longed for under that stunted shrub was an empty promise as barren as the field I had just been stumbling across.

The demon had no face. It was a physical apparition I was sure...but at the same time there was no substance to who it was. I needed not to see it to know it was there, but still I was terrified of its physical bearing that beat down upon me. Slowly - but yet so fast that not a blink of my eye had passed, it was upon me.

There was no pain. I felt nothing but hysteria, but that in itself was worse then anything I could ever imagine. Suddenly I was looking down upon myself, frost was creeping its way across my face, my features forever frozen - locked in their last moments of despair. And then the sound came.

A deep resonating bass filled my ears, the image of my body lying upon the frozen earth disappeared and I was absorbed into blackness. All around me was the sound of evil. Trying to cover my ears to block out the crushing weight of what I was hearing was futile...I had no body to do so with. I became one with the bass line, my life bleeding out of me to the ongoing assault that devastated everything that I was.

And then I woke up.

Two minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. And I swear to the gods...that for the next hour or so (or at least for as long as it took me to walk to work) all I could hear or think about was that terrifying sound. A bass line so deep that it felt like it would scramble your brains.

And that was how my morning started.

O_o