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Last night was, apparently, the night for the nightmares to finally hit. I wonder if they were triggered by the nation's events, or my own personal spat with a (former, now) friend yesterday?
Regardless, I spent the night dreaming I was trapped in a parking lot if I wanted to stay in my car (which I did, huddled in with the windows steaming up, trying to IM friends from the dashboard computer and never getting any response). And then I knew it was bad: emergency services were trying to respond to lots of fires and other problems, and one of them had committed suicide in her vehicle.
For a little bit my mind decided that I was going to have to go replace this person, and I knew it would mean moving her body. And then it turned into a fleeing dream, as I pulled out and just started driving away (being parked in apparently forgotten).
That's when I woke up.
I don't have nightmares. I almost never have nightmares. Someone hold me?
Regardless, I spent the night dreaming I was trapped in a parking lot if I wanted to stay in my car (which I did, huddled in with the windows steaming up, trying to IM friends from the dashboard computer and never getting any response). And then I knew it was bad: emergency services were trying to respond to lots of fires and other problems, and one of them had committed suicide in her vehicle.
For a little bit my mind decided that I was going to have to go replace this person, and I knew it would mean moving her body. And then it turned into a fleeing dream, as I pulled out and just started driving away (being parked in apparently forgotten).
That's when I woke up.
I don't have nightmares. I almost never have nightmares. Someone hold me?
