Dreamed that Jessie, Daniel, and I came home... to find our (Jess and my) parents ripped in half. I could see blood pooling on the kitchen floor from the door outside, and Jess refused to let me in because he didn't want me to have to witness it first hand. Instead, I called 911 and tried to remain calm as possible to get the info out.
Someone then told me to hop into an old elevator with them (it was pulled up by string) and took me to the second floor to hide out from whatever had done that with them. I told them that it was fine, it was broad daylight, but they insisted that sunlight gives the best shadows to hide in. The attic was covered in dust and a couple of pallet mats that one or two people were laying in. Everyone insisted that I sleep, and I kept yelling at them that my parents were ripped in HALF, how could I possibly sleep? A youngish man in nothing but a pair of dark jeans stretched languidly and said that he would hold me and keep me safe. I eyed him warily and stated that it didn't make me feel any better.
Allergies driving me BONKERS today. I woke up in a bad mood and don't want to deal with school or work, but alas...
I'm so freaking ready for this quarter to be over.