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I had a dream last night that I had a mustache. It’s funny now, but in my dream it was pain. I tried to shave it, and it kept growing back. Razors already go fast. (Note to self: get razors.)

I don’t want to use my precious razors and time on my face. This got me to realize, I don’t remember the last time I had a good dream. This particular one I would still classify as a dream, instead of nightmare, but it was still stressful. This past weekend, I dreamed  my brother was a serial rapist and killer. I don’t know how to act around him, it was that traumatizing. I frequently have had many disturbing, odd dreams involving my brother. Which has seriously crippled our relationship, because my dreams feel that real.

Two years ago, I was diagnosed with night terrors, but that was a misdiagnosis for sleep paralysis. I’ve had it since I was 5, and I finally learned to control it a few years back, by waking up.  That is the worst feeling I have EVER felt. Which no one could understand unless they too have had one.



This morning, I came to the conclusion, I not only have night terrors but the occasional sleep paralysis. Just another quirk, I’m used to it now. I’m going to make it.


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