It would just so happen that the night I get to sleep in is the same night I get continually woken by nightmares.
Most of them were about my brother. I guess given the theme so far we'll call him Gatsby.
It's probably just my subconscious telling me to go visit him. I haven't in a long time.
I guess I'm a bad brother. It just stirs up things I don't really want to remember, you know?
I should probably talk about my nightmares.
I was visiting him in this waiting room type thing. Normally we walk the grounds with an orderly following us, but this is a dream, so it felt like, you know, this is what we always do. Why wouldn't we just sit around in a room?
Anyway, I'm talking to him and as I'm talking, because this was kind of third person, I see some of my skin start to flake off. But we keep talking. I don't remember about what.
More and more of my skin flakes off and we keep talking and suddenly I notice all my skin is gone and it's like in a cartoon, where someone doesn't fall until they look down, and then I start bleeding everywhere, and I'm writhing in pain and he keeps talking and talking, and right before I wake up, he looks down at me and says, "what big teeth you have".
Naturally, as this is me, the first thing I did was take a shower and make double sure my skin isn't flaking off. I had to actually look up the symptoms of Smallpox and Ebola just to calm myself down.
I guess I should take some melatonin or something and go to bed. I don't want to, though. Maybe I'll get some studying done. Get my mind off that dream.