I say...
Monday, July 15, 2002
I was late for work today. I woke up 7am - actually, I already woke up a few times before that, and only willed myself to get out of bed after realizing that I should be leaving the house at that time already.
I would've been up as early as 5:30; I heard my cel which I set to alarm at that particular hour. But instead of getting up, I actually let myself sleep again. I was having a bad dream, and this is what I tend to do whenever I'm having a bad dream - will myself to continue with the dream, see what happens next, and make sure that the ending will be OK. Maybe it's because I'm not used to having nightmares in the first place.
I remember waking up around three times last night, from bad dreams. The thing is I don't remember them now that I'm fully awake. Not a single dream. I just know I dreamed of bad, eerie things last night, things that I know will chill up my spine once I remember them.
