I had a bad dream and now I can't get back to sleep. It's sort of odd, as I'm not one to typically remember dreams.  In fact, I've made a few mentions here and there on the internet about broken dreams being one of my favorite collectibles. I guess that's why I stopped trying to remember them.

Being the abnormal freak that I am, I can't have normal nightmares about the boogeyman or lions eating my family. I had a dream about people wearing shirts that made them accidentally fall off tall buildings. Yep. Weird. And now I'm scared and can't get back to sleep. I may have to turn the TV on so I won't have to lay in the dark.

This is why I can't watch scary movies anymore. When I don't get my sleep, that's when the REAL horror show starts. Life has backed me into being a bitch lately, and if I don't get my rest chances are someone's gonna get hurt.

*sigh*

I need a vacation.