InsaneJournal

Current mood:	contemplative
Entry tags:	clint barton (hawkeye), eowyn, natasha romanoff (black widow), pete wisdom, roy harper (red arrow) ii

-_-
And then shit decided to get real.

I woke up because the dog was nosing me like she's been trained in case there's some kind of emergency in the house, or in case I'm having some kind of fucked up PTSD nightmare again. I don't think my shrink counted on the nightmares being from alternate reality Clint's life. Christ, and I thought Reality Clint had a kind of crappy childhood. Least that Clint GOT the childhood, and wasn't being beaten and left for dead by his mentor, who he totally trusted, who in my dream kind of reminded me of my high school gym teacher. ...The fuck?

At least the dream after those, while confusing, was nice enough, considering. But seriously? Mind fuck? Oh you bet there was a mindfuck at first.

Hey, if we're getting stuff from these dreams back, you think that I can get my hearing?

Tasha Lock:

So Tash. We've met now. I thought I ought to let you know.

Eowyn Lock:

There are monsters in my head. Can I sleep with you?