Nightmares. So many nightmares.

Run. I'm running. I'm always running.
From different foes
Once, an alien
And then a Sasquatch
A car full of punks that I thought were my friends

Green. Incandescent. Forbidding.

Run. I'm running. I'm always running.
Look back
And then trip
Become caught

I was trying to find a way to express in words the absolute amazing dream I had last night. My mind has been officially blown. I was then reminded that it wasn't actually a dream, and although I may not remember it clearly, the neighbours won't forget any time soon.

I don't remember my recent dreams.

I do know, in one last night, I was frantically searching for more and more Tylenol. I think that's because it hurts every time I move at all in my sleep. There's blood on my pillowcase.

There was some sort of competition about to begin. It wasn't a drinking game; it involved swimming. But not competitive swimming. Not a race. I don't actually understand what the competition was. There were 5 people. I was the only girl. KC, Gerry, Alfred, and Mark Black were the 4 guys.

I was wearing my white ringer T that I ironed "Asshole" onto. [I made that shirt as an apology to Ali after I ranted on the internet about the Wearable art show. I was too ashamed to bring it up and give her a true apology, so I made the shirt and wore the next few times I saw her]. I was also wearing something on my bottom. I don't remember if it was a skirt or pants, but I didn't matter, it was coming off soon for me to get in the water.

As I was standing beside the pool, ready to drop my drawers and expose my thong, I noticed that KC and Alf weren't participating. They were behind the one-way mirror in the control room. Maybe they were pussies, maybe they were the judges. Once I clued in that KC wasn't playing, I didn't want to either, but I was already standing there half naked. I started to panic. I guess it's my equivalent to giving a speech in my underwear. So, even though everyone had already seen my ass, I knew I wasn't going into the water with a white shirt on. I looked around, and couldn't find my clothes to put them back on. I didn't want to chicken out, but I didn't see anybody else getting ready to get in the water.

I wake up just as my thong turns into a diaper.