My bones are cold right through...
So this morning I was having some messed-up dream I barely remember, and in it, someone suddenly yelled "This place is on fire!"
Scared me so bad it jolted me out of a solid sleep and I leapt out of bed (belatedly remembering my knee) to wrench the door and check. Obviously everything was okay, but god, it was awful. My heart raced for like half an hour.
I hate my asthma pills -_-
Well, off to go grocery shopping before the snow gets worse.
EDIT: I remembered the other part of my dream. I was at this thrift store/flea market-looking place with my parents, and all of a sudden this ambulance comes careening up to the curb (oh, and there were random carnival booths everywhere. Not games and rides, but the food booths and that sort of thing). Paramedics hurtle out, and arrive shortly thereafter with a man strapped to the stretcher just GUSHING blood. Apparently he'd gashed the fuck out of his wrists and was basically exsanguinating all over the cotton candy booth and shit. O_o And my mom was crying and freaking out, and I asked her what was wrong, and she started screaming at me for being insensitive to the guy trying to kill himself.
To reiterate, I HATE MY ASTHMA PILLS.
Scared me so bad it jolted me out of a solid sleep and I leapt out of bed (belatedly remembering my knee) to wrench the door and check. Obviously everything was okay, but god, it was awful. My heart raced for like half an hour.
I hate my asthma pills -_-
Well, off to go grocery shopping before the snow gets worse.
EDIT: I remembered the other part of my dream. I was at this thrift store/flea market-looking place with my parents, and all of a sudden this ambulance comes careening up to the curb (oh, and there were random carnival booths everywhere. Not games and rides, but the food booths and that sort of thing). Paramedics hurtle out, and arrive shortly thereafter with a man strapped to the stretcher just GUSHING blood. Apparently he'd gashed the fuck out of his wrists and was basically exsanguinating all over the cotton candy booth and shit. O_o And my mom was crying and freaking out, and I asked her what was wrong, and she started screaming at me for being insensitive to the guy trying to kill himself.
To reiterate, I HATE MY ASTHMA PILLS.