Tick...tick...tick...tick
I hadn't been paying attention to the sound of the clocks ticking in unison in my friend's room until my mind thought it was fun to play: "Gee, that ticking sounds like bodyless stilettos walking across the room"
Then it thought it amusing to "wake" my friend in my dream and had her tickling me.
Have you ever been tickled? Have you ever been tickled in your dream? Have you ever been tickled in a dream/nightmare in which you were pretty sure you were just about to be attacked by shoes that sounded like they were imminently approaching with every tick..tick...CLICK...CLICK...CLICK...
I panicked. I woke up with a jerk, only to wake up in four more nightmares of the same nature.
This is probably what hell must be like. I FINALLY woke up (thank you LORD) and told my friend about how her clocks were freaking me out.
She duly took out the batteries and here I am blogging about my ordeal.
Conclusion: My mind hates me. And I'm never sleeping with a clock in my room in my life.
