My dreams are becoming more frequent, intense and vivid than they've ever been before.
I can't remember everything that went on but the end to last nights was quite clear. I was back in school and my Japanese teacher told us to turn to page 75 in our books and read about Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends but instead was a series of primal cave illustrations about tigers and dogs. Then we started cleaning some old maze of a house. In the midst I came across a kneeling woman who was on the offensive, hurling clouds of dust and oil at me from under the carpet (and I think some spewed forth from her mouth as well). There was so much of it that I could feel it pierce my eyes, yet I still kept them open to see what was happening. Her insults were a blind flurry of hatred about random, odd things in the world that have nothing to do with me, but were my fault anyway. I can't remember all she said exactly. However, the snarl on her face and contempt for my life made me so enraged that I rushed to scream and strangle her. It was so intense that, for the first time I think, I woke up in a fit of anger, sitting in bed with my arms straight out in front of me, clenching my fists, holding onto thin, cold air as hard as possible and with my arms in extreme pain from the tension.
It was 3 AM again. As soon as I could breath again I tried to go back to sleep but I don't think I was too successful. Oh yeah I also had, um...quite a raging erection.
Blargh. What the hell is wrong with me?
May your dreams be more at peace than mine have been...