i just had one of those freakily real dreams

and in it i made an attempt to scream, but couldnt, started choking

woke up coughing my head off, have been up an hour now calming my cough, took some meds for it and for the acid reflux that happened from stupid dream's premise...

:(

this is one unhappy kitty who got no sleep last night because she went to see Black Dahlia and was afraid to sleep, not wanting nightmares from it

then stupidass me decided to watch Asylum right before bed

i gotta come up with better later night movie choices

Confessions meme stolen from Purrsia

I always love grabbing memes from Purrsia... being that of everyone on my flist, she was there first ^_^ it means that if I gank a meme, there's little chance I've done it before (of course, always a chance we've both already hit it and either don't remember it or are really, really bored enough to do it again...)



Mark your confessions:

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And now, since it seems appropriate, many have asked about the Celeborn story, and I kept forgetting to retell it.

I always knew that I walked in my sleep, but no one ever told me I talked in my sleep. This is likely because I said such interesting, revealing things whilst in slumber, everyone thought it great fun not to inform me of this.

My husband likes to snuggle me even if I've already fallen asleep. He thinks it's both funny and cute that even while completely asleep, I still react to things. He also will talk to me even after I have fallen asleep- again, sometimes I react, and will follow directions given to me. Yes, this is quite a dangerous thing, and I do sometimes wonder if my parents knew about this and if that is why I wasn't allowed to go to sleepovers until I was 16.

Anyhow, husband knew also that I would respond to him sometimes when he talked to me. He never told me about this part; only that I would do things when he told me to (sometimes), but not that I would talk back - again, likely because he wanted to be sure such a silly thing continued.

One day, I woke up to an irritated husband. Not really knowing what was wrong, I steered clear of him for the day, and the afternoon, and early that evening we were leaving to go somewhere. Getting into the car, I asked him what was wrong. He turned to me and said simply, 'I love you, Celeborn?' to which I answered 'Huh?'

He proceded to explain that he had been nuzzly and cuddly and had said after giving me a smooch (while I was asleep) 'I love you, Jennifer' and my responce to it had been a sleepy 'I love you, Celeborn'

Sadly, I could not recall anything about what I was dreaming - often whatever he is saying/doing inserts into my dream. But I remember nothing. *pouts*

This has, therefore, been a point for him to tease me with for years now (yes, years at this point). At the time it happened, he was a bit perturbed at poor Marton Csokas, and I caught him giving the Lothlorien elves a glare while watching the movies more than once.

Because this was annoying him for quite a bit at the time it happened, I asked the advice of Bonnie (who laughed when I told her what happened, then laughed and laughed, repeated the line, and laughed some more). Bonnie's 'psychological' explanation to it was that in my subconscious mind, I relate myself to Galadriel in some ways, and that being as I think of myself as her, it would only be logical that I would consider Mark to be like Celeborn. Husband was okay with that explanation, so that's my story and I'm sticking to it.