So I had two really fucked up dreams last night.
The first was so creepy. I was at my parents house (which is where I am staying for the time being) and I was in my sisters room. No one was home and all the lights were off. I was standing there and I heard my girlfriend (ex-girlfriend? girlfriend in another state? whatever it is) calling my name. I wander into the house and it is pitch black. I see some sort of figure in the corner behind my moms recliner. I keep asking it it’s her and it says nothing. I decide to reach out and touch it and it bites me. It then jumps on top of me and it feels like some sort of humanoid, demonic, being with super sharp teeth. It keeps biting me and biting me and I am trying to wrestle it off of me. This is when I wake up.
So that was weird. I wonder does it have something to do with my current situation and how unhappy it has made me. Am I wrestling this “depression” and it is trying to kill me. Who knows.
I think the real analysis is that I shouldn’t have watched David Lynch’s Lost Highway right before I went to bed.
The second dream was just weird and I am not going to into detail on here about it (no it wasn’t what you are thinkin) it had something to do with a party, Charlotte’s web and Eskimo kisses.





