I just woke up from a nightmare.

First of all, there is no better feeling than waking up and realizing it wasn’t real. The, ‘Oh-thank-God!- breathe-a-sigh-of-relief, type feeling.

I always had nightmares when I was a kid.

The one I remember most featured King Kong. He smashed my bedroom window and waved his arm around trying to grab me as I cowered in the corner.

You can analyze that if you want, but I know it’s because I watched the original King Kong with my cousins at a very young age and it scared the crap out of me.

I also had nightmares about Jabba the Hut after watching Return of the Jedi, so don’t go too deep into analysis – I just should’ve known my limits when it came to movies.

This was today’s nightmare:

I was in a horror movie and the killer was determined to kill 100 people. I saw him doing it and was petrified. I kept telling myself that if I just turned off the movie I’d be ok, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. The last thing I remember was hanging out the window of a house trying to escape…

and then I woke up.

I actually think I woke myself up with a really gnarly nose whistle I’ve been doing for the past 2 nights, but I was extremely grateful for it in the moment.

This one you can analyze…

Why would I feel like I’m living in a horror movie with a maniac who is determined to kill more and more people and feel like there’s nothing I can do about it and can’t figure out how to stop it? What could possibly have me feeling this way? Go ahead, analyze away…