After a day of feeling like the world was out to get me I dreamt about the dream world out to get me. I hate when I go to sleep and end up even more tired than when I went to sleep. It's frustrating... and these last couple days with the nightmares have made me uneasy about such things.
C'mon, man. I've been hankering for a sexy dream and instead I've been hassled by a demon and chased by wolves. YES. WOLVES.
I was running through our field at my house and there was a pack of wolves chasing me. Earlier in the dream I had been arguing with my mother about transgender things... wait was that... nah, it was both in the dream and in reality---the arguing---the wolves, however, were only in my dreams (thankfully). I climbed a tree in the middle of the field. It was an old dead oak tree and the wolves were trying yet failing to climb it. They kept snapping at my heels.
I tested reality and realized I was dreaming when I pulled on my fingers and they stretched out like noodles. ( SEE?! It does work! Pulling on fingers and testing reality: they stretch means you're dreaming, and when they don't means you're awake and you're weird... :P ) Then I tried flying and managed to escape the wolf pack. I flew to an apartment complex where Spencer (he was a douchebag) used to live only in the dream I lived there now and apparently with my mom... things were confusing... and she was angry at me for being transgender (this part of my dream I'm blaming on real life disagreements and arguments which have since been resolved... hopefully... but still hurt). We screamed at each other for a long time but no matter what I said she wouldn't listen to me and the argument seemed to go on forever. I kept thinking, "Why can't she understand?! What can I say differently?!" It drove me nuts.
I woke up feeling ten times more frustrated and tired than I had been when I went to sleep.
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