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[second_banana]

I just had the worst nightmare of my life thus far.

It started out in math class and ended with cannibal/zombie children killing my wife and baby. Along the way I had to kill a zombie rat with my bare hand. Did I mention it was my cowardice that got my wife and baby killed?

Gah! Dear subconscious, there are much nicer ways of getting a message across.

*whimper*

Comments

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

*hug* Nightmares suck. I'm so sorry your head's been a scary place. What can we do to make it better?

[second-banana.livejournal.com]

I'm almost *more* irritated that I know where all the pieces of my dream came from than that I had it: feeling emotionally unsafe at work, fears about being able to support a mythical future family emotionally, and the evolving realization that the places/things I used to draw on for (ultimately unhealthy) comfort aren't going to work out for me anymore.

Damn it! Why can't I live in blissful ignorance of the inner workings of my mind?

I just need time. And possibly some reassurance that cannibal/zombies are unlikely to desire the flesh of their parents and then that of my future partner and little babe. *headdesk*