So last night's dreams continued my streak of stressbombs: I was watching some news report about a highway being built along the highest edge of all the mountains of the wasatch front, and this seemed perfectly logical in my dream, but it stressed me out anyway. It was one of these highways:
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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