i did- not feeling so well in other aspects of life- and had a terrible nightmare. not that nightmare's are something to be scared of because they aren't real- and i usually realize that halfway through the dream that it's just some scene my head made up to make me feel good or ,in this case, rotten. for some reason, the line between fantasy & reality have been extremely blurred for me lately which (like a dream) can be a blessing sometime. i would stick to reality if i could- but i guess there isn't as much hope hidden in reality. that's too depressing to think about and i'm about to lose my way into too many tangents leading to questions i can never answer.
wow, this nightmare made me feel terrible i don't even want to write it down. it ends like this- daniel is with someone else who has insulted me (though i have tried very hard to be nice too- this time) and he's not on my side. and as i walk away, he's laughing at me & making mean jokes about me. and i start to cry. it's hard to separate the two when you're crying in the dream and you wake up with wet eyes.
i wonder how long until my mind completely gives out.
