I hate having nightmares. I have them too often, and then I wake up the next morning, and I have to spend at least 2 hours convincing my brain that it wasn't real. Then my brain has to spend another hour convincing my body that it wasn't real. So, for at least 3 hours each morning for more mornings than not, my heart will race & I will be paranoid. Tonight's feature film was: I had a dream. I'm pretty sure it was at a college. I dreamt that I was being cheated on right in front of my face, and I got really angry and stormed out. I went searching through all the rooms to find something to occupy my time with, and I found 2 calculators. One was green and the other was black. And then I stormed back to the room they were in. I didn't open the door, but I threw the green calculator at the door as hard as I could, and it went "BAM!" And then I was like, OH SHIT they're gonna open the door now and find me and know it was me and then they'll think I'm silly & over-reacting. So I ran! at top cheetah speeds! and hid behind this thing in the middle of the hallway. (I'm a pro.) And when she went back into the room, I ran outside and sat there. And then she came out and said, "Whatever I'm done with this. It's not worth it anyway." And when I went back inside, I saw these 4 girls going out. One of them held up a potato sack and said "This is full of amphetamines!" And I went in.