blahI then fell asleep tonight and had a dream where I had been wrongly imprisoned for murder. They thought that I had killed someone I went to school with and for some reason I was out of prison temporarily while they re-prosecuted me, but not in court. Instead, we were all back at the highschool (or school of some sort) and the principal there was certain I was guilty. I was getting crucified by all this circumstantial evidence that made me look guilty and I couldn't convince anyone of my innocence. Well, except one. One of the teachers there did believe me and she kept trying to help me. We got closer through the course of the legal pummeling I was taking and I think we were starting to fall in love. Of course, she ends up getting killed somewhere along the way and I woke up soon after.
This fucking sucks. I'm really sick to death of all these fucking nightmares. WTF? Why me? Not a day goes by now where I don't have some sort of fucked up dream that makes me feel shitty. As if life weren't enough of a purgatory as it is, someone decides to spice it up with a little hell.
