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I slept for over 12 hours last night, and I had the most horrifying dreams. In one of them, my teeth kept breaking off, and when I got to work this morning and checked msn.com, one of the articles featured on the main page was "Why you're dreaming of broken teeth." Is that not fucking WEIRD?! Shit like that disturbs me.
I also dreamt that I was living in a house that was a portal to hell. A giant Frankenstein zombie bit my arm off, and when he did, the face of the Virgin Mary appeared at the stump. In one quarter of the house, there was a colossal Niagara Falls-esque waterfall that did not contain water, but rather blood and shit. There were giant zombies and evil wizards everywhere, and I couldn't escape. I was a prisoner in my own home.
Then I dreamt that I had a son and was living with my parents. The years would pass but my son would never grow, and I was like, "Why won't he grow?" Then I believed that he might be half-cat, which freaked me out. And my son's best friend was a ghost. The ghost would knock on my door, and whenever I would answer it, I would only hear a little kid's voice ask if my son could come out and play but nothing ever appeared. We were living in an apartment complex and there was a little cemetary right in front of it. I saw my son's ghost friend's gravestone. The ghost kid's dad was raking the leaves off of it.
And then I had a dream that I locked myself in a bathroom because I was going crazy. I think this was the continuation of the Frankenstein-zombie dream.
I've been having dreams like these every night lately. Well, equally morbid ones. What the fuck is wrong with my subconscioius? I'm a troubled young lady, it seems. Deeply troubled. I wonder if I should see a shrink.
I also dreamt that I was living in a house that was a portal to hell. A giant Frankenstein zombie bit my arm off, and when he did, the face of the Virgin Mary appeared at the stump. In one quarter of the house, there was a colossal Niagara Falls-esque waterfall that did not contain water, but rather blood and shit. There were giant zombies and evil wizards everywhere, and I couldn't escape. I was a prisoner in my own home.
Then I dreamt that I had a son and was living with my parents. The years would pass but my son would never grow, and I was like, "Why won't he grow?" Then I believed that he might be half-cat, which freaked me out. And my son's best friend was a ghost. The ghost would knock on my door, and whenever I would answer it, I would only hear a little kid's voice ask if my son could come out and play but nothing ever appeared. We were living in an apartment complex and there was a little cemetary right in front of it. I saw my son's ghost friend's gravestone. The ghost kid's dad was raking the leaves off of it.
And then I had a dream that I locked myself in a bathroom because I was going crazy. I think this was the continuation of the Frankenstein-zombie dream.
I've been having dreams like these every night lately. Well, equally morbid ones. What the fuck is wrong with my subconscioius? I'm a troubled young lady, it seems. Deeply troubled. I wonder if I should see a shrink.