last night, i had a nightmare that i was still with my ex fiance, and he handed me his pinis which he had just cut off, and i was like, wtf? I freaked out and tried to stick it back where it belonged, or at least get him to a hospital, but he was like, no no no no no. I woke up horrified.
I went back to sleep, since i was still tired.
Another nightmare. This time i was in some massive, rich office, of some huge company or something owned by mr. burns, yes, the one from the simpsons, though he didnt look like that one, it was him anyway. I murdered him, and claimed it all as my own, and was all freaked out over how to make sure nobody found out i murdered him, and did a shitty job of trying to clean up evidence and such, while also being filled with greedy glee over all the vast fortune i had gotten.