Falling angels.

One of my friends wished me sweet dreams before I went to sleep last night and I said, "Oh, they will be."

The first one was a weird meshing of work, Tara's new Year's Eve Party and The movie Saw. That was an unpleasant wake up. All I remember vividly is that stupid doll (the one where the concept meeting was "ok guys, I need you to think of the scariest thing ever and then make it into a doll.") watching me and my friend as we tried to escape. And thwarting us. He was always thwarting us.

The second one was the breakup with my beast friend (not the former one, the oldest one from college) because he was being extremely inconsiderate. The uncomfort of that situation was only surpassed by walking out the front door to my apartment and seeing people face diving onto the pavement from 4 story buildings wearing blue and pink angel wings. All I wanted to do was drive home for a funeral (which I ended up not doing today) and I ended up having to flip a bitch on Lafayette street to avoid hitting the red winged person flattened four feet in front of my car. I ended up going to a play (not the funeral) with another kid and running into the friend there and htere were issues and I woke up.

The only time I ever fully capture the feeling of my dreams is when their really bad anxiety dreams. It sucks. I can't remember the happy fluffy sleep through the night rem cycles. Only the white-knuckled, cold sweat, kick-off-the-blankets dreams for me!

Sometimes I wish I didn't dream at all.