Mr. Sandman

There must have been something in the air in our apartment last night because the three of us had really strange dreams.

Katie dreamt (apparently dreamed is also correct, dreamt is British) that she was fishing and a shark turned in to a man and asked her to dance.

Haley dreamt that I was getting my nipple pierced in some dirty place that had me sit on an old mattress (gross).

I had two really strange ones. First, I wanted to dye my hair some really ridiculous color like hot pink or something. The place we went to was really creepy and the people that worked there were all tattooed and very witch-doctorish looking. They had snakes in cages everywhere and I had to hold one in order for them to dye my hair. And then they made me take a shower. It was all very creepy and weird.

And then right before my alarm went off (at 6 AM, barf) I kept dreaming about Nazi concentration camps. Fuck if I know why. Every time I closed my eyes it would be a different scene. In one people's eyes were popping out in gas chambers, in another I saw people being burned alive in the crematoriums. It was disturbing. It actually made me want to get out of bed, because I had enough dream insanity for one night.

I've been sleeping poorly ever since I got back here after Christmas. I wish I knew why. I have really fucked up dreams or I can't get to sleep. Or I toss and turn and wake up a million times. Wish it would stop.