ihavebeenfloated

I’ve had some nasty dreams lately. Yesterday I woke up twice, once from a really awful dream, and another time from one that was going really well. Had a dream today that was relatively awful for some reason.

It looked like I was hanging out at my old Sunday school with a lot of people, but it was ghetto and dangerous. I remember very few things clearly, just two events that were connected. Some guy comes up from behind me, grabs me, and slices my left ear off. This was really fucking painful. Really painful. It sucked a lot. Then he ran off while my head was bleeding. Later, I find him upstairs in one of the buildings. He runs from me, I chase after him, he seems to be working with a friend of mine to escape, I can’t remember who it was but I remember the heat of betrayal in my face. I catch up as the guy who cut my ear off gets into the car. I open the door and he just looks at me as I take a pair of pruning shears to his fingers, then the middle of his hands, then his wrists, crunching and twisting, breaking his bones and tearing the flesh from his arms. As I’m doing it, I ask him, “Was it worth it?”

He responds, “Yes,” and I wake up feeling sick to my stomach.

Second dream I don’t want to talk about.

I dreamt last night that while running from people, I launched myself into a huge pool of water. My first thought was, “Oh my god, my iPod and my Sidekick are fucking ruined.” I climbed out of the pool and looked at them and my iPod seemed OK though the screen was a little messed up. I was crying over the sheer chance that they were destroyed. That was fairly awful.