Inhale, relax, repeat

Last night I dreamt I was in an episode of Friends. Not as myself though…as Ross! I really needed to pee as well, so the storyline was that they had all moved into a new apartment together (it was supposed to be a new episode, after the apparent “end” of the series) and Ross (me) couldn’t find the toilet. >_<

I feel somewhat disturbed. There was even a part where I was talking to Rachel and thought “Oh, we’re a couple now!”. FREAKY.

I just woke up from a horrific dream (well, 10 minutes ago now) and I’m still recovering from the terror phase. “Jesus Christ” was all I could think upon waking up, along with “fuck”.

At first I was in some ticket office looking to buy tickets to a theme park…then randomly I was walking along a country road brushing my teeth, thinking about how I’d love to live in the country (IRL I never would). Lots of people were passing me and my mouth started foaming over/when I tried to spit it just kept refilling, so they started insulting me and mocking me. Suddenly I kept thinking about a man who was part skeleton (only existed in the dream, thank God).

When I got to my destination, an old school, I went to go in a class and the man started attacking me. He was in the form on a skeletal arm stuck to the door, and his head was somewhere else. He was screaming at me, saying “DO YOU THINK IT’S FUNNY?” and he wouldn’t stop. …Then I woke up.

Scared. :””(

Every night I have 3 or 4 dreams, and I mostly forget them. For the past 2 or 3 months I’ve been waking up all sweaty almost every night, unable to recall what had freaked me out so much, BUT ALAS, I can recall last night’s.

It was a bit of a deterioration. First of all I dreamt I got a 2:1 for my degree, though my sister failed horribly and I felt guilty somehow. Next dream involved my favoritest person in the world turning into a giraffe, which wasn’t very pleasant, despite the fact I’m a big fan of giraffes. The last dream involved me going blind while I was having some careers interview. I cried because I couldn’t drive home.

Sort of paranoid about the blindness thing now. I hate how dreams affect me.