I had the most terrible dream last night. I was a highschool student. The building was a bizzarre, decrepit, dimly-lit, low ceilinged labrinth of inescapeble hallways lined with lockers with chipping paint that gave me a distinct sense of disoriented claustrophobia. Almost all the lockers had graffiti on them. Apparently the latest trend was to write poems on them with indelible marker. At some point, I went crazy and some kind of violence ensued, which I can't remember. I was whisked off to an insane asylum. My mother came to visit me and gave me a dress to wear. It was this wierd, gothic corset-y number made of black lace and deep vermillion velvet that flowed down to the floor. My cell was sparce like a prison: concrete walls, steel toilet, a tiny mirror over a large metal sink. I launched into a coughing fit and looked in the mirror. My lips were swollen. At first I thought it looked pretty, but then they kept on swelling until my lower lip hurt. I calmed the swelling with cold water, but when I looked in the mirror again, I started caughing painfully. Blood was trickling from the corners of my mouth and when I smiled, my teeth were covered in it. Then I noticed my nose was bleeding too. Then my ears. Then I started weeping blood. My mother came up behind me and examined my face in the mirror. She said I was finally starting to look beautiful. Then I woke up.

What the hell??????? Why are my dreams so horrible lately? Really, this is starting to bother me. It's really hard to get through the day when you wake up in that kind of mood. Maybe it's just a product of my fear of the SARS thing going around. Or the war. Who knows. But if it's related to something in my own psyche that needs to be fixed, I better figure out what that is right quick cause I don't think I can take this much longer!!!!!!!