Discombobulated

I didn't dream last night. Dreaming is inadequate a term. I underwent a full blow pychic assault. I dreamed four different dreams in the course of the evening, alternating between terror and rapture. The first involved me being at a university, where I seemed to enjoy an extreme amount of attention from the student body. That was the good part. I'll spare you the details, but what I'm trying hardest to remember was a film we were watching called "Born into water." Some sort of serial killer murdered women and then set their bodies adrift, but there plot played with time dilation, so when one woman was seen in the water, they flashed back to her being alive, and whether she lived or died in the end was unclear. The professor and I thought the film was fascinating. Most of the people around me were paying more attention to me though. I didn't mind, but I think it got in the way of my remembering the film.

The bad parts of the assault? Trying to drive home after some sort of disaster struck Boston (though the landscape looked more like my old neighborhood in York) after having lost control of my car.

The really bad part?
( Graphic and disturbing. You have been warned. )