It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door

Awful fucking nightmare last night.

I was trapped in a day spa that was deep in the ocean with like four other women, including one of my female bosses. There was a tanning room, and it was killing people somehow by poisoning the blood with radiation. Then the ghosts of murdered tanners past started heckling us, and the only way out was to swim through the deep dark ocean into another area of the spa. It was set up like SeaLab. Except not? Not sure how to explain.

It seems silly now, but it was really scary while it was happening. Dream probably was result of my horrible illness last night, which I'm not really *over*. My tummy still hurts a lot. If I feel better, though, Greggy's taking me to the beach. Or to the sheepie place (though we'll obviously avoid the pigs). I wanna go to the sheepie place more because it's nicer, but the beach sounds nice because you can swim there. Hm, I don't know.

Anyways, I should try to stomach some food.

( Worst nightmares EVER. Cut for gore and general creepiness. )

So Greg called me this morning around eleven to say hello and see how my day was going, and I was frizzled out from the dreams. He thought he somehow caused my nightmares by jokingly talking about ghosts last night, but it really wasn't his fault.

Two hours later, I'm strongly considering calling him just to be like "You would never TOUCH ecstasy, right?"

*shudder*

I had an awful nightmare last night.

I dreamt that I was the Joker's girlfriend.

It was so scary. Not even kidding either.

Here's a Chobits AMV to The Internet is for Porn.

I had two nightmares last night.

The first nightmare involved me being trapped in a house with an old woman who pretended to be senile and immobile, but who was really quite spry and wicked. She decieved me and managed to chain me down in a bathtub full of dirty water. I was then forced to watch as she murdered Greg, right in front of me. Well, in actuality, I could only hear what was going on and partially see, as my neck was securely fastened in a brace and my torso was completely weighed down. I don't know for sure if she killed him or not, but I could hear him screaming. Then, this woman with long red hair released me from the tub and told me to run, run fast because while the old woman was killed, she would come back soon. I kept asking where Greg was and she wouldn't listen to me or answer my questions, merely hurried me into a car. She was a bad driver and swerved off the road, into the ocean. I remember not caring, because I knew in my heart that my boyfriend was dead, so I let myself drown.

In the second nightmare, I was in a jungle-like climate, with a crowd of people who were being chased by a psychotic African tribe. Eventually, all of my companions handed themselves over to the tribe, and as I was hidden, I watched them be raped, cut open, and otherwise brutalized in every horrible fashion imaginable. It was really graphic and really disgusting. Eventually I heard them talking in a different language, saying that I was the only one left and that they had to find me. I ran until I ended up in a village, and there I tried to hide myself in a hut. They found me, however, so I ran some more, and ended up in a basement of sorts, where I found an axe handle and proceeded to beat one of the tribesmen with it, when he came down after me. He said something like how he admired my spirit and how he was only going to rape me, but I started screaming that I would have to die first and just...gah. I woke up.

I hate dreams where I'm the victim, but not nearly as much as the ones where I have to watch my loved ones die.

In other news, my phone is shut off and I still don't have a job. LaStoria was like "Oh, we can hire you in August..."

that's not helping me now -_-

*sigh*

I had an awful dream last night that anarchy happened in America.

In Massachusetts.

In Stoughton.

It wasn't the Sex Pistols kind of anarchy, though, it was...controlled anarchy? For lack of a better term? There was someone--a man, standing on a box in the middle of my street, shouting at a group of people. The crowd, after hearing the speech, then proceeded to break into houses and cars. They were...insane. Wild. Frothing at the mouth, literally. I was in my mother's Neon, hiding on the floor near the pedals. I had my cell phone out and I was scrolling though my contacts, trying to find someone to HELP. I had called 911 earlier, while the man was giving his "speech" and that didn't do shit...cops were IN on the hysteria.

Someone began to break the windshield. I could hear the glass cracking, and I was rifling through my purse for the knife I keep for defense.

And then I woke up.

It was frightening.

( The horrible nightmare Ashe had last night... )

It may sound stupid, but it really scared me.

I forgot to talk about the really fucking awful nightmare I had last night.

( The hardest part is letting go of your dreams... )

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you DON'T listen to MCR before you fall asleep.