Why do I have such terrible dreams? I am starting to think that it's punishment for all the evil I do during my waking hours.
I had a dream last night that I was staying at my parents' house and was desperately horny and needing to masturbate. But I couldn't find a quiet place to set up my laptop and the door to my childhood bedroom had no lock. And Lily wouldn't give me 5 minutes to myself.
Then I had to kill a giant tiger with my bare hands. It was horrible, because it was big and scary and biting and scratching me and I was fighting for my life here, then I stabbed it in the heart with a stake.
I woke up covered in sweat and shaking and muttering to myself.
What could this possibly mean? Anyone?
Oh, and happy Monday. Whatever.
20 hours ago