Eyes still closed:
Jesus Christ that dream sucked. I wish I could be in between sleep and awake. I don’t want to get up, but I certainly don’t want to go back to that hell. I guess this is the closest thing.
The dream was about two girls in their late teens who were being harassed in a small town because when they were little they got kidnapped by a sexual predator who was suddenly back in town trying to seek them out with torture devices in his car. I wasn’t in the dream until the point where I am begging a store clerk to help these girls.
This is why I never feel rested.