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Nightmares suck.
Feb. 24th, 2004 05:08 pmI woke up pretty early this morning... had a lousy nightmare for the second time this week, and I can't think of why. Is it something I ate?
This time it was pretty frightening... not in the scary movie sense, but life-frightening. There was some sort of rocket... a crash. A guy died, and for some reason, my mom was devastated. She shot herself in the head.
... I don't really know what to make of a dream like this. I know I was hysterical in the dream, and I vaguely remember saying something to someone... about Michelle's old keyboard (which is technically mine, now) going to my Dad. For a bizarre reason.
I can't remember much else. But that's pretty freaky, you know?
Gah, Mom's home, and I still have dishes to do. :P Gotta jet, loverlies.
This time it was pretty frightening... not in the scary movie sense, but life-frightening. There was some sort of rocket... a crash. A guy died, and for some reason, my mom was devastated. She shot herself in the head.
... I don't really know what to make of a dream like this. I know I was hysterical in the dream, and I vaguely remember saying something to someone... about Michelle's old keyboard (which is technically mine, now) going to my Dad. For a bizarre reason.
I can't remember much else. But that's pretty freaky, you know?
Gah, Mom's home, and I still have dishes to do. :P Gotta jet, loverlies.
