what a difference a dream makes...

its funny (although at this point in time, laughing is the last thing i feel like doing) how much a dream can affect our day if you let it.

now, i'm not talking about one of those dreams where you fly to the moon in an ice cream cone, where as soon as you wake up, you're mind has been wiped of this possibly drug-induced hallucination --- i'm talking about the kind of dream so horrible that your mind can't take being a part of it so keeps you in some kind of semi-consciousness where everything seems horrifically real until something tips you over the edge enough to give you that heart attack feeling as if you'd almost slipped on ice.

now for many people, this is brought on by terror; the man with a chainsaw, chasing them through their college or a supermarket --- mine, however, is sheer rage. everytime i wake up feeling like my chest could burst and my stomach is on fire...

but back to my original point; these dreams can have an effect on our entire day, perhaps even a week! for example at this very moment i am suffering from a pounding chest and a fiery stomach; my mind is racing with crazy, violent, scary thoughts about how i would approach any situation similar to my dream --- it scares me a bit. i know it's weird - so i have to do something...something...

hence we now have blog number four...