What the fuck??? I just had the most ridiculous dream. It was terrifying and not only because of how realistic it seemed but also because I could not seem to get out of it. At one point, I woke up and looked around me and had a small moment of relaxation and comfort with the fact that I was in fact in the right bed with the right person who was sleeping soundly next to me. That small moment was the only relief I had though. I was pulled back into the nightmare within seconds. I was in Drew's house but it was huge and had many floors and beds to sleep in as well as a large backyard where people were strewn about. I "woke up" there, on his satin sheets with A. sleeping next to me but he never woke throughout the entire dream. I was completely fucked up on something but I don't know what it was. I guess I may have just been really drunk or something but everything was blurry and distorted. Everything was out of place including my own body. I couldn't find any of my things and I was searching frantically trying to retrieve at least something that belonged to me. I found a few bags of weed in the bed along with other miscellaneous items and I grabbed the whole stash of things and put them in my pocket. I didn't have real mobility though so that's why I couldn't just get the weed. My hand only worked in fist fulls and couldn't distinguish between the one object I needed and the ones I didn't. There were at least 3 distinct, reoccurring images throughout the dream. One was when I was outside of Drew's, crouched behind a stone wall when a man at the top of the hill let his dogs loose to get me. They were 3 Beethoven dogs and they came charging at me but once they got near me I was immediately transported to another scene. The other image was of 3 terrorists who were in the basement of Drew's building. They were plotting a scheme and were practicing on some sort of metal object. Somehow, I would go on and off of having the ability to see others but to not be seen myself. At one point, I sneaked down to where the terrorists were and saw the main terrorist shoot the other 2 and I tried to intervene but couldn't. The last strong image I have is of Calla and I in Drew's kitchen. We were talking, or at least she was and I was just standing there playing zombie, when I walked right into a long glass cabinet. At first things seemed fine until seconds later when the glass shattered loudly. Calla screamed in fright and picked up a bloody piece of glass saying, "Oh my god! Jilly! There is head blood on the glass!". I went to feel the left side of my face and felt the pieces of glass stuck deep within my skin. I begin to walk outside, away from the people in the party, all people I did not know and I pulled the glass out piece by piece.

It was terrifying. When I really did wake up, I tried to wake A. up but he has another personality all together while sleeping and he began speaking in this other character. It terrified me even more. I was looking for some reality to bring me back but he was too, in his own mind.