2000-10-02
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A really bad dream
Last night, I dreamt that I was in an aeroplane. I don't know exactly what, but it was a large passenger-type craft like a 737 or something. I was standing in the aisle leaning in behind a sterwardess with a buggy to speak to her about something, when the plaine started to slip bacwards and fall out of the sky. I don't know how long we fell, but I felt adrenaline start to pluse through my body and my stomach sink, even though no-one was screaming. I know I shouted when I awoke because I heard the dying echo of it in the room, but Lover slept on, completely oblivious. I looked at her back and for a second, I felt resentment. Then I wiped away the sweat, put my arms around her, and went back to sleep. But it's amazing how lonely it feels when you wake up in terror and there's no-one there to hold you.
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