I had a nightmare. It was so real I feel like crying. I woke up hating some people, being hated by some people, and getting hurt by some people, thinking it was true and now realizing it's impossible. I'm still trembling from the after effects of it. It brings shivers down my spine. I haven't had a nightmare in years. Thank god it's just a dream. Some stupid dream. It is at times like this that I truly envy people who do not dream. Do you know how much more peaceful sleeping would be? A black plunge into silence and absolute bliss. You wake up the next morning feeling refreshed and revitalised. I would like that sometimes. I dream every single night, and of the wildest, most berserk things ever! And you know what the most weird thing is? I've been dreaming in blue and grey and sometimes brown! What's wrong with me? Ha ha. I feel as though I'm living double lives. One in reality, and one in my dreams. I talk in my dreams and am always in deep contemplation, trying to explain myself with seriousness. But I do laugh in my dreams as well, though not very often recently. Should not have stayed up so late. I'm surviving on less than three hours of sleep. Stupid dream. I am so so so very traumatised. Oh my god. Later if I see those people in school, I am not going to know how to feel at all. Going back to reality.