I often have nightmares. I dream of wars, assassination attempts, werewolf infestations, past-life possessions. Blood, fatalities, screaming confusion, and dismemberment abounds in my slumbering noggin.
Last night I dreamt that I'd gone to one psychology lecture and had forgotten entirely that I was registered for that class until I received a midterm notification.
Most. Horrifying. Dream. Evar.
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