Mr. Sandman, come send me a dream

I have been having really vivid dreams lately. I'm still trying to remember the one I had early this morning, because it was a good one, whereas the other ones this week have all been nightmares. They wake me up and keep me from easily getting back to sleep. I'll look at the clock, hoping that it's late enough, close enough to the time I would have to get up anyway, that I can just start my day and not have to go to bed. And I've been going to bed later and later and avoiding naps even though I really need them because these dreams scare me, and I wake up unable to stop thinking about them.

The one I had on Monday was the first one I can remember, though I vaguely recall some frightening sleeping experiences over the weekend. Monday morning, I woke up at 3:00 and couldn't figure out why I had , except that maybe my decongestants were wearing off and I was having a hard time breathing. I feel asleep again eventually and had a dream where I was going around with my boyfriend and this other girl I know, following the destructive path of a serial larcenist. I think I've had this dream before, and in the dream I recognized what was going on and kept trying to be one step ahead of the guy. But all the stuff ended up getting stolen anyway, and the girl that was with me almost died because I'd brought attention to us and the larcenist was trying to stop us from catching him. He burned down my house, and I think my grandmother was still inside. I woke up at 6:30 with that thought in my head. I almost got up and started doing homework or something, but my body was still too tired to be on my side about that.

Then yesterday, I fell asleep reading for one of my classes, and I had a dream where I was in Arabia during the 1950s. I don't know if it was really supposed to be Saudi Arabia or somewhere in Africa; all I know is that it was called Arabia. I was captain of the guard, right hand man (because I was a man) to the Sultan. After WWII, they were planning some big reforms of policy, and the Sultan had me sit in on the meetings when he couldn't. The one meeting I vividly remember was talking about beginning a census in Arabia. The US had made the form template and had sent us a copy to approve, and most of the people in the meeting thought it was a bad idea. One guy asked, "Who's in command of Arabia? Is it Harry Truman? No, I don't think so. So why does he suddenly call the shots." It was then that I remembered some bit of intelligence that said someone was going to try to assassinate the Sultan, so I ran out of the meeting and to his chambers, but he was already dead, and his son, Aladdin (yes, that Alladin. Don't judge my subconscious stereotypes) had been taken from his crib. And I woke up to go to dinner wondering why I hadn't remembered the foul plot in time.

And what sucks most about this is that I remember these dreams really clearly. And the one I had this morning, which I remember being happy about because it wasn't scary or sad, I don't remember.

Also, I'm breaking out like crazy. I have five zits on my face right now, which is three more than I had this weekend and five more than I ever got through all of high school. I hope all of this is just a result of the stressful time of year, but just in case it has something to do with my diet, I've started being more conscious about what I eat.

But it's creeping me out/making me angry, and I would like it to stop. I keep snapping at people for no reason other than the fact that I don't sleep well, and I get into slumps where I can't focus on my work because I'm so tired. I usually love sleeping, but now it scares me.

Anyway, that's what's going on in my life right now.

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