Dreams

It has been a long time since a dream was so unpleasant that it woke me up way earlier than I wanted to be, and made me hesitate about going back to sleep.  (Writing about it here will hopefully help me, cause I am still very tired...6 in the morning is just too early for me, despite how early I went to bed last night.)

For some reason...his family was living at my house.  Why, I have no idea.  And I guess it was only when all of us weren't around, which doesn't really make sense but...well I guess dreams are not supposed to make sense when contrasted with reality.

Anyway, we were in the basement and got in a huge fight.  I don't remember how it started, but I do recall that in it, he basically started telling me how I was a mistake and how he didn't care about me and he just kind of laughed at everything I brought up.  Basically he was just very...mean.

I remember going through this long leaving process: grabbing and putting on the wrong shoes, having to grab some things from all over the house...I don't remember, but I was delayed several times before I got out to my car.  Suddenly, my oldest sister was there also, waiting for me.  But then he said something else, which I don't remember, to which I laughed and screamed that he was in my house and everything that he had in there was mine and that he had no right to be there and stuff like that.  And I remember just being incredibly angry.

It came time for my sister and I to leave, and one of his brothers came out really fast to talk to me, and started telling me things that he thought I should know, some about that chick.  I ended up getting so angry that he (not the brother) and I got in a physical fight.

 I was able to hold my own (somehow), and then he and everyone suddenly disappeared, and it was pitch black out.  A pug wearing a t-shirt went across my lawn, but I remember being too frightened to even go up and pet it or anything.  Legitimately, I was afraid he was hiding and was going to jump out and kill me, or something.  I was very...alone.

And then I woke up.

Now, I know that it was just a dream and everything, but (though I suppose this is true for all dreams) it seemed so very...real.  But I couldn't go back to sleep; this was the first nightmare (I guess I can call it that) that I've experienced in a long time.

Please let me go back to my dreams about buying tacos in Best Buys and losing bets to the President tomorrow night.

Going to go try to sleep again.

[Edit] - Fell back asleep and had another dream.  This one was more pleasant but also sad in its own right.  Plus much shorter.  He and I were making pancakes.  I remember there being a ton of batter; like we each had two bowls for no reason whatsoever.  His kept coming out slightly burnt because he left the burner on too high, and I was still mixing my batter.

He kissed me.  I even said "this is a dream" knowing full well that wouldn't happen in real life.  He just said "maybe" and smiled.


Ugh, brain.  Stop.  Let me go back to dreamless nights.  Or ones having nothing to do with that.

[Edit 2] - dskjhdsak I am in such a bad mood now thanks to these.  Hopefully I'll have enough distractions today to get my mind off it.  Wah.