Guildenstern

After I came back from Macedonia I started having nightmares.  I cannot completely describe them; but they always began in a familiar place, and ended in a twisted half-reality, and never could I spot exactly when it changed.  The worst of it was seeing it flicker into real life.  We were on the camping trip, and Socks and golden-hair were sitting by the fire.  (You see, when they got bored of erotic knifeplay with psycho and J, they would come to listen to my philisophical ramblings.)  By the light of the fire I saw golden-hair flicker, and for a moment she was one of the marble hunters, colorless except for their green eyes.  I blinked and she was herself again.

But now, Guildenstern is no longer plauged by nightmares!  I am free.  Dunno why.  This gives me no excuse at all to be up blogging at four in the morning.  I have the ever-so-slighest suspicion that it may have to do with all these coffee beans I’m chewing.