Holy fucking nightmare.  I have not had a dream in a long time that went so badly, one where I couldn't change what I was dreaming about or rip myself awake from it in time.  I woke up at 5:30am this morning sobbing uncontrollably.  I couldn't fall back asleep until 30 minutes later, after I had stopped crying.  Once I did fall asleep it only felt like I had slept for 10 minutes.  The cats thought I was having a panic attack or something.

Needless to say I'm very tired today and have puffy eyes.  I don't want to go into great detail on the dream because it apparently freaked me out.  Actually I think I was freaked out because I was not able to correct it the way I wanted it to go and thus the feeling of impending doom overcame me.

I dreamt, and I'm not sure who did what or how it got there, but Scott and I went our separate ways.  It was around this time, right before we were to be married.  I woke up after a "one year span" of the dream.  Bad, bad, baddie, bad, bad.  Let's just say I didn't take it well.

Maybe the wedding is getting to me and the stress of my job?  I was working on wedding things yesterday... I don't know but whatever brought that thought on I don't want to do that again.

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