The Three Dreams
Last Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, I had three dreams consecutively.
The first one wasn't that the worst. It was a nightmare. I was at a party, possibly my wedding reception, and it was at the old house off of 13th. No one there wanted anything to do with me. Not Greg, not Big Dan, and definitely not Eric. Also in the dream I was in college but too poor to go to college, and I was stealing people's notes for Korean class out of the trash.
The second dream, I don't really remember too much of. I don't exactly remember where it was, but I remember being attacked and raped. Well it seems scary actually didn't feel that way. The main part I will remember wasn't the act itself, but it was running and screaming at the top of my lungs for so many people around me did.
The next one was even less of a dream as more of a feeling like the second one. Everything is good. I think I may have been even getting ready for the wedding again. Or, it had just happened. I remember the bouquet, I remember everything deep very perfect, and I remember being just so happy