Just Another Dream Journal

I don't know when I went to bed. I took 50 mg Seroquel and crashed quickly and early.
I slept almost completely soundly throughout the night.

I had a lot of dreams that *should* have been emotional, but they weren't.
In one dream, I fought off hordes of what appeared to be zombies- only they were alive and very fast. I needed to be in their town for some sort of cure that was found in "animals" near a beach. Once I made it to the beach- with reluctant help from some guy, I had to cut the living critters open. I needed a womb, an embryo and a couple different sugars. I killed 2 but couldn't find the sugars (which looked like pills lol). I knew I should've been sad, but I was just angry.

In another dream, I was some random female DC and my father was suicidal. I went on some sort of journey and literally had to put my house in order before I left. I didn't want him going through old boxes even though he was a scientist and needed them for his research.

At some point, in some dream, I had to turn on water (Thanks "Rango"). It was originally a cactus that looked like a statue of a man. One time I scaled it and got thorns stuck throughout me. Another time, I was happy to see all the needles had been removed.
My old JW friends, Rox and Zac were my neighbors. I was trying to clean my yard because I kept my rabbit out there. I don't remember much about this dream, but this was one which should have been emotional. A kid was kidnapped (?) and had to go through lots of trials and tests. I tried to help him escape back to family, but his kidnappers were too influential.

There was also some dream where my oldest son was being emotionally mistreated. He saw a girl eating spaghetti and told her she had a strand hanging down. She called him a fat pig and said she wanted nothing to do with him. Someone was arguing about how fattening milk ISN'T and I butt it to tell them otherwise. I explained how my oldest son never drank soda or tea while growing up. He didn't have junk food. He became obese simply because of drinking too much milk (none of which is true in real life lol).
Then, some boy was using my youngest daughter. He was giving her a hamster if she went along with what he said (?) but in the end she couldn't do it. He gave some riddle: "What does 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3... mean?" People laughed at him (?) and said they wanted to choose 9,9 (which wasn't an option). The answer was "the days of the week".

At some point, I had to wrestle creatures for some sort of artifact. I ripped a monocle off a dog while stabbing it in the neck. The dog was confused and saddened by the treatment. I knew I should be sad, but I was numb. As I hurried in trying to finish the creature, his mate returned from her rounds of the property. We wrestled and struggled for her blade and then I woke up.

My anger hasn't dissipated any. I woke up feeling rage threaten to surface.
I'm seriously getting on my own last nerve.