More dreams last night. Lots. Lots of bad ones. Like people were mad at me. Even my best of friends were angry or upset with me. Like really mad. And this other group of women? They all had a slumber party and I was invited to the morning stuff, but they ALL gathered without me. And they talked about me and how I was a bad person.
Couple nights ago, I remember screaming at least twice during the course of the dream(s). I woke up with a dry throat. I don’t know if I screamed out loud or made those noises that you sometimes make when you want to scream, but can’t. Or you’re in a dream and can’t scream for real.
I did have one where I witnessed a really, really horrible car crash. I wonder if that’s when I screamed? I don’t remember now. I was not driving (I’m rarely driving in my dreams, which I know is significant). A car sped past us, flipped over. I could see the underside of it. Not sure about the people in it. Don’t remember them, if they lived or not or if they were even relevant. The wreck was horrible, though.
It’s so damn hot out, my house does not cool off. I wake up sweating sometimes. Sometimes I wake up and move to the couch because it’s cooler and darker in the living room. I’m pondering starting there tonight, despite my awesomely comfortable bed.
