meep

Gods. I haven't had an actual "something's chasing me!" nightmare for years, not since the days when the post-armed-robbery-experience hypnagogic hallucinations caused me to believe that someone was climbing in my bedroom window (or burrowing through the wall) on an almost nightly basis. Nonetheless, this doesn't stop me from having horrible dreams in the emotional sense. Last night's were exceptionally long, coherent and detailed, and entailed either emotionally horrible things happening to people I care about, or people I care about doing emotionally horrible things to me. I've been haunted and vaguely depressed all day, a depression not assisted by the fact that my Cherished Institution has, once again, screwed up half of my paycheck. When I grow up I want to be a Real Person.

Last Night I Dreamed: horrible things. I shall not speak of them here.