Things should be good today, they should be real good. I don't have to work. I got to sort of sleep in. I had a wonderful evening yesterday. It is a beautiful morning outside, and it is shaping up to be the nicest day of the year. All that being said, I am still feeling a little bit amiss, just a little disturbed. And it is all because of the dream that I had last night.
Anyway, like I said, me being a twenty-something male this should have been a good dream. A really good dream. Except it has sort of left me feeling uneasy mainly because of the way the people in my dream were acting. They were acting so out of character for the people as I know them, that it actually turned out to be more disturbing than anything. I don't know how to describe it. It was almost like one of those dark horror movies that were popular like five years ago, where someone becomes possessed by evil somehow and they turn into just a naughty version of themselves. That is what it was like. And the set and lighting seemed to fit that theme as well, which is especially strange since all I watched before I went to bed was The Golden Girls, and I can assure you that Bea Arthur wasn't one of the people in my dream.
I am not sure what it was that set this off, but I am sure that the spicy meat pizza that I had to eat just a couple of hours before bed had something to do with it. That is why they always say on TV "no more pepperoni pizza before bed for me!" and things like that. It's true, that shit'll fuck you up. I can attest to that. Because that dream will haunt me forever, or at least for the rest of the day. It should have and could have been a truly wonderful thing, but it ended up going horribly, horribly wrong somehow.