This shit is getting way out of hand.
Remember when I dreamt I was pregnant in high school, the elation I felt that seemed to be a metaphor for wanting to birth something gorgeous and amazing? That was cool. And a couple months ago, I had a dream that I was a zombie-killing ninja. That was sweet. What about the one a couple years ago where I was a cop chasing a murderer through a mall with John McBain? Man, so hot!
But, now, these cool dreams have led into dreams of dismay and torment. It didn’t help that when I was applying for Teach for America, I had constant torturous dreams of not getting the position. And now, a couple days ago, I had a dream where I was being held hostage and raped. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was all done by Craig. CRAIG.
Look, it doesn’t have to be all honky-dory. I don’t need to have fairy tale type dreams. What I would appreciate is not going to sleep and being chased by the BTK Killer. That would be magnificent.
I hope we have a good understanding now. Hopefully tonight, I’ll have a nice dream or not dream at all. Yay!
Sincerely,
Kimberly
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