Xanous' Dream Journal

#536 Random DILD in the first 30 to 45mins of laying down for the night.

I have a false awakening and start to go outside. It is extremely windy and the storm door slams back on me. It sort of doubles and starts to fall apart. I say I am a software developer. I don't have time for this (Uh what that's not true) I step back and close the main door but I can't because that door is now coming off the hinges. I see the screws and everything fall out. I'm like what the hell? Then it dawns on me this HAS to be a dream. I am quite relieved. I say oh thank the good lord (weird I am atheist).

I turn away from the door mess but realize my hands are down the front of my hands and stuck to the waist band. I struggle to pull them out but can't. I am now aware that the TV is on. Someone is making a horribly creepy whining/moaning sound. reeeereeereeee. I hate is. This is some Stephen King shit. I say Oh shut up. SHUT UP STUPID TV!. It won't stop. Now I realize I am letting the dream get me emotional. I relax myself and begin the metal process of just letting it all go and imagine none these problems are happening. I guess I relax too much because I quickly wake up. I lay still for a moment hoping DEILD but I am too awake for that.