stress dreams

[fictional]

terrible dreams last night.
men chasing me, guns, knives, blood mixing into intestines.
it started as an elementary school chorus concert and ended with all the babies dead.
they killed everyone. horribly. my family, my friends.
i ran forever, fought forever.
it was an adventure story come to life, except i lost.
i woke up, in a panic, sweating, one minute before my alarm, and just before i died.

now i have to study for my last final. 3pm this afternoon.
i have a melty story about my father that i'll share when i get back this afternoon.
what a morning. blech.

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[sykii.livejournal.com]

Ugh!
I had those last night, too. Time for a banishment it would seem.
Much much love.