Sleeping, and other hazards

[slipjig3]

I'm remembering a lot more of my dreams these days, which isn't necessarily a good-happy. Last night, I was trapped in one where I was forced to watch horrid, sadistic, gory horror movies, one scene after the other. Suffice it to say that I have a very low gore tolerance in real life; what made the dream nasty, though, was that there was an insufficient-boundary problem between film and reality. I had to force myself awake, and it cost.

The night before, though, it was air-whales, which felt strangely magical. So. *shrug*

The world seems awfully heavy these days. Is it just me?