{"id":375,"date":"2005-09-01T12:15:12","date_gmt":"2005-09-01T12:15:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/2005\/09\/a-rather-disturbing-morning\/"},"modified":"2005-09-01T12:15:12","modified_gmt":"2005-09-01T12:15:12","slug":"a-rather-disturbing-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/2005\/09\/01\/a-rather-disturbing-morning\/","title":{"rendered":"A rather disturbing morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had an awful time of it this morning. Karen called me over to her computer to show me her latest blog post. As I sat down and started to read, I saw that it was quite long. I was a little occupied at the time, so I asked her if I could have a brief summary, but she was insistent that I read it all, there and then. At this point things went a bit strange.<\/p>\n<p>I was suddenly aware that there were two girls sat next to me, and both of them were Karen. How odd, I thought, must be seeing double, so I moved my head a bit closer to her, and blinked and refocused and generally tried to straighten my eyes out. Both Karens disappeared, and didn&#8217;t come back.<\/p>\n<p>At this point I panicked a bit, naturally. I stood up and called her name. I then started running round the house, alternating between calling &#8220;Karen!&#8221; and &#8220;I&#8217;m hallucinating!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I eventually bumped into her coming out of the bathroom. Her face looked strange, kinda like she had a face mask on, but weirder than that. It was as if two separate and distinct faces were resolving themself together &#8211; clearly I was still hallucinating.<\/p>\n<p>At the point at which she threw her arms around me, reality regained complete control, and I was sitting bolt upright in bed. Karen was holding me, sobbing uncontrollably. I looked around the bedroom, and established that everything looked right. My pulse rate started to return to normal. &#8220;It&#8217;s okay,&#8221; I told her, &#8220;it&#8217;s better now. We&#8217;re okay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then I woke up. I was lying on my back in bed, Karen asleep next to me. She made a small whimper &#8211; had I been talking in my sleep? My brain ricocheted around in my head from the two successive impacts of reality, only two seconds apart. &#8220;Wow.&#8221; I whispered breathlessly.<\/p>\n<p>Immediately the CD player whirred into life. It was 7:30.<\/p>\n<p>*<a href=\"http:\/\/www.uborka.nu\/ubi\/001465.html\">Originally posted here<\/a>*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had an awful time of it this morning. Karen called me over to her computer to show me her latest blog post. As I sat down and started to read, I saw that it was quite long. I was a little occupied at the time, so I asked her if I could have a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-375","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-peril"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=375"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pete.nu\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}