- Mon Sep 23, 2002 7:15 pm
#27927
I was struggling to fall sleep after watching a disturbing David Lynch film a few hours ealier (Mullhuddon Drive - very strange film. Not much of a plot - typical of Mr. Lynch I suppose). Suddenly, I heard a loudening rumbling sound coming from the corridor from which my bedroom leads off.
Sitting up very quickly, I was in time to see the 4.8 tremor struggle through each of my possessions: rattling my bed, rustling my Homer Simpson poster, and rocking that hanging plastic bat on my ceiling which has been gathering dust and cobwebs for the past 5 years.
30 seconds of silence, and I was left with a slowly creaking chest of drawers, I tried to convince myself what had just happened hadn't been a figment of my imagination. Once deciding it hadn't been, I considered what could have caused such a movement of matter.
I came to the conclusion that a nuclear bomb had exploded in London, caused by some eastern organisation. Quickly wondering how this might affect me, I foolishly studied my hands, and clutched my face, fearing to find some abnormality caused by the radiation given out by such a blast (You must realise that this was 1am on a Monday morning, and I was not in a fit state to make any quick logically conclusions). Lying back into my bed I slowly turned my head to glance at my bed side alarm clock.
Turning it on, I would just like to say that I have never found the Dreem Team so reassuring...
life in the funny lane