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I don't know if it was from drinking right before bed last night or what, but I managed to wake up both myself and Nick last night because I started making noises during a nightmare. I can't even remember it now, just that the part where I started freaking out involved a soldier of some sort following a beautiful woman into a room on a date, after she picked up her three nieces/nephews (they were children of SOME sort), and she ended up being a monster that was going to eat him and he couldn't move. And then I had another dream that probably would have been just as disturbing if I hadn't woken up before anything really bad happened (and of course I only remember bits and pieces of it).
I'm starting to wish I didn't remember my dreams at all, because the few times I do I seem to end up remembering ones that make me feel depressed or disturbed by them for the entire day.
I'm starting to wish I didn't remember my dreams at all, because the few times I do I seem to end up remembering ones that make me feel depressed or disturbed by them for the entire day.