Bad Karma, Bad Dream

Yesterday, I had a bad experience with a smear test -- yes, I know, i'm cursed with bad luck and bad karma. But last night I dreamed about it...more like a nightmare.

Basically, in my nightmare, the gynecologist told me that i'll not be able to ever have kids and Chris broke up with me for that fact and everyone basically treated me like I was an outcast...

UGH, WHY DO I DREAM SO MUCH?!

I dream a lot but i'm not a dreamer - just had to clear that up.

Last night, or rather the early hours of this morning since I didn't manage to fall asleep until 6am, I had a dream. Fuck yeah you know this is going to be interesting (not).

I was standing in a dark room, doing what any other person would do when standing in a dark room and you don't know where you are (and, no, I didn't panic - I just tried to figure out my surroundings). All of a sudden lights turn on and it turns out i'm on a stage in front of a lot of different people in my life, very awkward if you ask me. Music starts playing, a tune that is faintly familiar. I can't say I know the song. I just recognise the tune. Someone starts singing. If I remember rightly it went a little something like... "time to change has come and gone, watched your fears become your God, it's your decision, overwhelmed you choose to run, apathetic to the stunned, it's your decision". Does anyone know that song? Maybe it's not a real song, anything is possible in my dreams. I ended up waking up before the song ended. I think the thought of having to face the audience frightened me awake to be honest.

So now I can't forget those lyrics that I remember from my dream. 

Am I having a good day?

Yes, everything is just fucking peachy.

Fact:

We only dream of what we know.

Our dreams are frequently full of strangers who play out certain parts, did you know that your mind is not inventing those faces? They are real faces of real people that you have seen during your life but may not know or remember - the evil killer in your latest dream may be the guy who pumped petrol into your dad’s car when you were just a little kid. We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces throughout our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilise during our dreams.

It’s Kind of A Funny Story

I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.