My Little Shop of Horrors...

So strangely -I should say thankfully- I did not have the nightmares last night. I did however, have the oddest dream that included blood sucking -no I am not a vampire obsessive female- and running from people who wanted me to be like them. The dream was quite hazy and I will attribute that to the alcohol from a friend's barbecue that I went to.

I was attempting to flee from this groups of people whom I had no names for and now I cannot remember their faces. They wanted me to be like them I remembered thinking that being like them was boring. I unfortunately cannot remember what "being like them" entailed. I remembered running from them and a handsome man in a Burke outfit wearing a tail coat and everything like a Victorian era butler ran up an rescued me. In the dream I knew him and he was quite protective over me. He had told me I was losing strength and that I needed to recover it. He made a small incision on his neck and told me to drink which since he was handsome and I love English accents I obliged. I remember the people chasing us were freaking out about my doing so and then the butler fellow whisked me away. We made it to a playground where suddenly the booming bass of a terrible song woke me up. My neighbors suck.

I got about five hours of sleep which was fantastic for me. I got more rest than I usually did. I do not want to have to drink booze though every time I want to sleep as there has to be a better and healthier way. Besides, I don't fancy becoming an alcoholic all for the sake of sleep; no matter how lovely sleep is.