
except, instead of being along a cliff over the ocean, it was along a cliff over salt lake. Then I was up on a mountain (continuing the height theme) and just about everyone important to me was falling off. All of a sudden I was like 2000 feet tall and I was reaching down trying to stop everyone from falling off with my enormous hand. But the people up close looked like pieces of kibbles and bits. Then I had to go try to find the surviving members of my family to tell them that everybody died and it was my fault. I saw pete lying down and he was supposedly dead. He had a white washcloth covering his face, but then I noticed he was actually alive and I tried to bring him back to life.
Man, I'm stressed just remembering these friggin' dreams. Good thing I'm not on call for...oh wait, tomorrow. Sonnova...
2 more weeks of this craziness. I hope I dream of gumdrop fairies in a lollipop forrest tonight. Currently watching the intro to the Miss Universe pageant. Should help with the good dreams. Well, the USA girl's clown-jockey outfit will probably give me nightmares.
p.s. I stabbed a hole into a man's stomach today. On purpose.
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