Unpleasant dreams

For the past two nights I have been having scary dreams. Last night I dreamt that a mother was living in an apartment with her two teen-aged daughters. One evening the youngest daughter and the mom came home and found the apartment covered in blood. They discovered the eldest daughter on the couch, but only her legs were visible, her upper body was covered with clothes. Needless to say, she'd been murdered. All of a sudden, I was the younger sister. I went into my bedroom and crouched behind my bed and called 911 and told the operator that my sister had been murdered. I was trying to be quiet so my mom wouldn't hear me because she was in a state of denial. My mouth was so dry that I could barely get the words out. The operator couldn't hear me.

Then I woke up. I hate having dreams like this. I blame it on the movies.

"The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I'm not kidding." In the words of Holden Caulfield.

I think there's a bit of reality in there too though. The knowledge that this kind of stuff does happen in real life. I think I'm going to stop watching those real life crime shows. That stuff is way more scary than any movie in the world.

Anyway, I was awake for hours after this, and when I finally went back to sleep the dream took an odd turn. Dolph Lundgren walked out of a bedroom dressed in some kind of bright blue patterned, wide silk nightgown with half-long sleeves. The rest of the details in this dream are all jumbled up, but I remember the Dolph part very clearly.

See, I don't mind strange dreams at all, in fact they're quite fun, but when I go to bed tonight I'll be praying that there are no disturbing dreams tonight. I need to get some sleep.