(no subject)
Last night was very scary. I had the worst nightmares. They were awful. I dreamt that Reece, the guy that---well, if you don't know then you shouldn't, came after to me and he pinned me up against a wall and was going to stab me in the stomach with a knife. I pleaded for him not to. It reminded me of....that one time. oiewhrgliskd!!!!! Why am I crying over this?!?!?!?! -wipes eyes-
Anyways, after that I woke up and sat erect in my bed for a bit, scoping the room as if something was lurking that wished to do me harm. Deciding everything was safe again, I lay back down and curled beneath the covers cautiously closing my eyes. I couldn't fall back to sleep for the life of me. I opened my eyes again and stared across the room at my window. It was still dark outside and I wondered what time it was. I was too lazy to turn over and look at the clock so I let the thought pass quickly in my mind. Finally falling back to sleep what seemed an hour later, I began to dream again. It was then that I dreamt of things that brought happiness. Erik the phantom and Jack Sparrow and what not. These varied series of dreams frightened me, believe it or not. It went from a manical lunatic who awakened sleeping thoughts of fear and remorse to things that I enjoy the mere thought of.
I'm one who believes that dreams mean something. That when one dreams something, it is bound to happen eventually. In some cases that's a good thing, and in others...well.
Anyways, after that I woke up and sat erect in my bed for a bit, scoping the room as if something was lurking that wished to do me harm. Deciding everything was safe again, I lay back down and curled beneath the covers cautiously closing my eyes. I couldn't fall back to sleep for the life of me. I opened my eyes again and stared across the room at my window. It was still dark outside and I wondered what time it was. I was too lazy to turn over and look at the clock so I let the thought pass quickly in my mind. Finally falling back to sleep what seemed an hour later, I began to dream again. It was then that I dreamt of things that brought happiness. Erik the phantom and Jack Sparrow and what not. These varied series of dreams frightened me, believe it or not. It went from a manical lunatic who awakened sleeping thoughts of fear and remorse to things that I enjoy the mere thought of.
I'm one who believes that dreams mean something. That when one dreams something, it is bound to happen eventually. In some cases that's a good thing, and in others...well.