i had a dream last night that has left me not wanting to talk. i went through the motions of dying last night, in my dream of course, and it was one of the most awful experiences ever. how? i was going to explode and fall to the ground in a neat pile of ashes at 11:23. i knew the time. i don't know why. trying to accomplish all the things that my subconscious deemed important was the worst of it. i didn't get anything done the way i would have been happy had i really been dying. i was trying to write a letter to someone. had i been able to get out of bed and jump straight to my computer i probably would have typed it out word for word but i admit that i'm just a bit freaked out right now.

it makes the other dream that i had yesterday look like nothing and all that one was about was me being stalked by a person whom i wish i had never met.