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Last night in one of my many dreams, I was stung by a bee. And then a hive of wasps. The result was that my arm began to sprout horrible growths and turn all sorts of odd colors. I have a lot of weird dreams, some about zombies. Amy is in a lot of them but she never plays a large roll, I just see her for a little while. But I always distinctly remember her in them. The other night I had a mental breakdown, it was really scary. It felt like I was numb and I hit myself in the head a bunch of times. While I was freaking out, Amy told me that I was placing too much weight on our relationship and I scared me even more. But I think she was right. I get into moods where all I can think about is her and what happened and if we'll ever be okay. But I think about it more and when we talk about it I realize that we're already fine. If anything, we're a lot stronger now. And I think we're both really starting to understand love and maybe even explore this abstract concept of being in love further. While everything is never perfect, when I'm with her it's pretty close.