Angry, Then. DePRessed.

I had another nightmare last night that kept me from sleeping very well, mostly because I was essentially active throughout my entire dream.

Sophie and I were going to a big house. It was in the shape of a circle. And it was beautiful. I was a VERY big house. I walked inside of the house, and this little boy that resembled someone I thought I recognized (Still don't know who it is) approached me. He whispered,
"We have to be quiet, I don't want to wake them up." I assumed he meant his parents, and so I tried to not to speak. I looked back at the little boy, and he wasn't a little boy anymore. He was a grown man, and he was clearly wanting something, that I didn't. I ran. I booked it across the yard as fast as I could. And then I remembered.

Sophie.

I left my little sister there with this guy that was so horny, he would go after her, I freaked out.

I ran inside the house, but she wasn't there. It was just him. He proceeded to make me do things that I really hated. But I remember feeling everything.

I called Sophie, I really didn't know where she was.

When I called her, she said that she had no idea about what I was talking about.



I woke up.

It didn't seem very nightmarish, but as I think about it throughout the day, it resembles my relationships with lots of different people. And the set up for everything genuinely freaked me out.

What the hell is wrong with me?