"Oh, Mary! I've had one of those terrible dreams again! We were getting married!"

I got horrible sleep last night--I had a bunch of creepy, weird dreams that caused me to wake up feeling startled. It was very horror movie-esque, which is strange, because I haven't watched or read anything resembling a horror story, as of late.

The one dream that I can remember involved a vampire who must have somehow broken into my house (which was actually not my house, but hey, dreamland, whatever), because he came out of the coat closet in a very creepy sort of way. He was definitely out to kill me, but he must have been a slow vampire, because I managed to throw a few good punches to his jaw and wrestle him to the ground.

Unfortunately, staking him wasn't enough, because he was apparently one of those Palladium-type vampires I hate so much. So, this dream required me to sit atop this vampire's chest while I SAWED OFF HIS HEAD. x_x And to make things weirder, as I was sawing off his head, there was no blood--he just gradually turned into some bizarre blue rubber dummy. Cree. Pee.

So, yeah, maybe *this* is why I don't remember my dreams more often. Because they make ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE. -_-

WEIRDED OUT!