sourdick (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sourdick) wrote,@ 2009-03-16 21:03:00 |
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Nine, ten, never sleep again
Ben was raised in a mostly French household, and as such never really watched English TV and especially English movies. This was great when we first started dating, I got to rent all the old classics, like Robocop, and Robocop 2, Superman, Gone with the Wind, all great movies to enjoy for the first time all over again.
I’ve told this story before, but recent events have caused it to have to be retold. When we rented Nightmare on Elm Street it was actually still pretty scary, even after all these years. When we later went to bed together, we did kind of laugh at some of the cheesy 80s effects. We dosed off, only to be awoken hours later, Ben was in near-hysterics screaming that he was bleeding. Half asleep and in the pitch black, I tried to console him. He kept shouting he was bleeding, and finally I leaned over to turn on the lamp. When the light came on his face and hands were covered in blood. I admit it, I screamed. Nightmare on Elm Street was still fresh in the memory, naturally, and the half-asleep brain processed it as such.
Luckily it turned out to be just a simple nose-bleed, but we ended up laughing about it anyway. Nose bleeds at odd times are intended to be laughed at, and if you take it too seriously, well, where’s the fun in that?
Ben was raised in a mostly French household, and as such never really watched English TV and especially English movies. This was great when we first started dating, I got to rent all the old classics, like Robocop, and Robocop 2, Superman, Gone with the Wind, all great movies to enjoy for the first time all over again. I’ve told this story before, but recent events have caused it to have to be retold. When we rented Nightmare on Elm Street it was actually still pretty scary, even after all these years. When we later went to bed together, we did kind of laugh at some of the cheesy 80s effects. We dosed off, only to be awoken hours later, Ben was in near-hysterics screaming that he was bleeding. Half asleep and in the pitch black, I tried to console him. He kept shouting he was bleeding, and finally I leaned over to turn on the lamp. When the light came on his face and hands were covered in blood. I admit it, I screamed. Nightmare on Elm Street was still fresh in the memory, naturally, and the half-asleep brain processed it as such.
Luckily it turned out to be just a simple nose-bleed, but we ended up laughing about it anyway. Nose bleeds at odd times are intended to be laughed at, and if you take it too seriously, well, where’s the fun in that?
