Well. Here we are. Back at home. Whaddaya think?
Yes, this is my back home/ school/ weird dream post.
I will begin by saying that I feel fine today and I slept fine last night. Really. I don't feel off at all.
And today was the first day of school. I had one class - Speech. Well, this seems like it will be a very fun and easy class. The teacher prefers to be called by her first name (Tracy) and she says she designed the class to be fun and comfortable because she knows that most people hate public speaking.Yes. No textbook required.
I had a very terrible dream last night. The most frightening dream I have ever had (or at least remembered.) I have some dreams that stick in my memory for a long time, and I think this will be one of them.
It was quite long and complicated (I think it took about three hours.) It was really a dream within a dream. In my dream, I had a dream. Understand? Anyway, I will just tell you the scariest moment. In my dream I fell asleep next to my mom in her bed. Then I proceeded to dream. It was semi-lucid. I was in my backyard. At the end, it became dark and rainy. I put my face up to my mom's bedroom window and I saw my real self, in bed, sitting up, and staring back at me. I looked white and gaunt, like I was dead. It terrified me so bad that I woke up screaming. But still I was only dreaming. I didn't actually wake up screaming.
After that, I dreamed that Posey and Bernie and Jack had turned evil and were trying to kill me. Posey sat on my throat and tried to strangle me. Jack tried to tear my limbs off. Max was there too, but he wasn't evil. He was just sick, very sick.
Anyway, there was more to it, but I won't write about it.
So... home good, school good, dreams bad. Bye!
Oh duh! It is inauguration day! Mom and I taped it and are going to watch it momentarily.
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Wow your dream reminds me of the dreams I had while I was recovering from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome... they were so awful that I dreaded falling asleep at night! Hopefully that won't repeat... it was probably because your sleep pattern is disturbed by your trip...
It was good to hear your voice!
xoxoxoxoxo
PS Jack would NEVER tear your limbs....
Well, here we are. Well...
Glad you made it home okay, and I'm glad your jetlag isn't too dismal.
That sounds like one hell of a dream. I sometimes have nightmares that wake me up screaming, but I usually can't remember them for very long.
Anyway, I hope you plan on coming this summer. I will be sure to have some events planned, and be able to take some time off!
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