No but seriously.
I think that a little cheer might help me out. And why do I need a cheer to help me out?
BECAUSE I CANT STOP HAVING BAD DREAMS.
It honestly doesn't matter how great of a day I had, or how happy I am when I fall asleep, or how positive I have been thinking. Nope, as soon as I close my peepers, the bad dreams start flooding in.
Like last night for instance.
My family was on a trip in some tropical paradise. Sounds good right? NOT. So my mom and I were swimming down some water-filled hallway when all the sudden she yells "Oh no! There IS a shark around this corner!" (Like we had been debating it or something...) Before I know it, she is gone and I am left battling this horrifying man-eating primitive beast. Then, I hear my mom's disembodied voice yelling at me from somewhere in the distance "Just punch it in the face! PUNCH IT IN THE FACE!"
No mom, I am not going to punch this *%#n shark in its *%#n face.
this is a snapshot from my dream. or also maybe a snapshot from google.
Needless to say, I sustained a lot of wounds and was left to my own devices as I wandered around trying to find the shark bite ward. I REPEAT. THE SHARK BITE WARD.
Why are we here on vacation again?
Anyways, I finally drag my bloody mess of a body into the room and oh what? Everyone else there is just as bloody and messy and shredded as I am. It was so morbid! I am disgusted that my brain came up with those things!
So that was just last night's dream.
Then the night before that, some crazy man was chasing me and my brothers all over the country trying to kill them.
Then on Saturday night, I dreamed I was dating this guy, and I wanted to take him home to meet my family, but instead he kept turning in to weird creatures and trying to run away from me. But when he was normal, he still acted like he loved me. Event though I knew he didn't because in reality, I was dating some sort of shape-shifting psychopath! (According to my roommate, I was talking very frustratedly in my sleep during this dream. Wonder why)
Then last week, every night but one, I had some sort of dream about being chased by an unknown psycho/killer/kidnapper/rapist/other character featured on an episode of law and order. Either that, or having to defend my family and friends from them.
And THEN, every time, I wake up terrified slash pissed for about 2 and 1/2 minutes because I think it's real.
I am starting to get worried that someone really is out to get me.
It honestly doesn't matter how great of a day I had, or how happy I am when I fall asleep, or how positive I have been thinking. Nope, as soon as I close my peepers, the bad dreams start flooding in.
Like last night for instance.
My family was on a trip in some tropical paradise. Sounds good right? NOT. So my mom and I were swimming down some water-filled hallway when all the sudden she yells "Oh no! There IS a shark around this corner!" (Like we had been debating it or something...) Before I know it, she is gone and I am left battling this horrifying man-eating primitive beast. Then, I hear my mom's disembodied voice yelling at me from somewhere in the distance "Just punch it in the face! PUNCH IT IN THE FACE!"
No mom, I am not going to punch this *%#n shark in its *%#n face.
Needless to say, I sustained a lot of wounds and was left to my own devices as I wandered around trying to find the shark bite ward. I REPEAT. THE SHARK BITE WARD.
Why are we here on vacation again?
Anyways, I finally drag my bloody mess of a body into the room and oh what? Everyone else there is just as bloody and messy and shredded as I am. It was so morbid! I am disgusted that my brain came up with those things!
So that was just last night's dream.
Then the night before that, some crazy man was chasing me and my brothers all over the country trying to kill them.
Then on Saturday night, I dreamed I was dating this guy, and I wanted to take him home to meet my family, but instead he kept turning in to weird creatures and trying to run away from me. But when he was normal, he still acted like he loved me. Event though I knew he didn't because in reality, I was dating some sort of shape-shifting psychopath! (According to my roommate, I was talking very frustratedly in my sleep during this dream. Wonder why)
Then last week, every night but one, I had some sort of dream about being chased by an unknown psycho/killer/kidnapper/rapist/other character featured on an episode of law and order. Either that, or having to defend my family and friends from them.
And THEN, every time, I wake up terrified slash pissed for about 2 and 1/2 minutes because I think it's real.
I am starting to get worried that someone really is out to get me.
Maybe it's time to consider becoming an insomniac.
Then I would have the credentials to write cool techno songs about bugs and then becoming uber famous, all over a free download on itunes!
Oh wait, am I Owl City?
1 comment:
Although I am very stressed about your current mental state, I had to cover my mouth to keep from disrupting work while I read this.
Has Jaoquin made any appearances in your dreams as of late?
But really, I'm sorry your dreams are stressful.
Oh wait. Are you Owl City?
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