Saturday, March 27, 2010

mental health

Last night I dreamed about walking up the stairwell of a high towerblock and being absolutely driven to measure the width of each and every step.

The night before, I dreamed about:
1. a murderer stuffing someone's mouth full of pretzels and then skewering them through the throat
2. the same murderer skinning someone else
3. the same murderer sawing a third person in half with a chain saw.

It was all rather graphic and blood strewn.

I fear all this may not bode well for my mental health. On the other hand, if your brain spews out all the bad stuff in dreams, maybe this kind of episode is why I'm such a delightful little lady to be with when awake.