Last night was pretty weird, my room isn't connected to the house's main heating supply, so, since it's getting into winter, I was freezing all night and woke up often. It's weird because for some reason that made me remember a lot of dreams, when I usually recall one or fewer.

But one of these dreams has been driving me nuts.

I'm not usually a romantic (or even social) person, I haven't ever been in love and I never plan to be, but I'm pretty sure I was in this dream. Even if it was a bit weird. Me and this guy seemed to share one body half the time, and we would just shift between being one person and the next. I was tall, and he was short. Everyone seemed to be aware that we were two different people though, and didn't seem to notice that we existed in the same place. If the did, it wasn't acknowlegded.

Eventually we seemed to be able to exist in seperated space, because I remember cuddling. I don't cuddle. But whoever I was in the dream was so comfortable and happy that the real me didn't mind. But the dream took a turn that I could almost call a nightmare but I don't think it quite qualifies.

There was something wrong with my dream cuddle-buddy, he was getting pale, and his eyes were sunken, and he refused to fall asleep. When he did, he'd have nightmares, and my point of view would sometime switch to get a glimps of his dream-in-a-dream, but I couldn't comprehend it other than that it was terrifying, the most I can recall from his dream is this swirl fo white, misty light that made everything dark. When we were 'awake' he'd look in the mirror and tell me he could see numbers under his eyes. I couldn't see them and told him this, but he insisted they were there, little etchings of numbers in his skin.

It got worse and worse, and dream-me though he was going crazy, but real-me knew he wasn't lying, because another point-of-view switch showed the numbers turning black under his eyes and forming something like a countdown clock that had four segments of numbers like 00:68:21:32, though I don't remember the exact numbers, just that they were going down.

He didn't want to see any numbers, and would freak out if he did. No clocks, no dates on homework. I had pictures lined up on the wall, one of them had a number on it that I can remember: 316, which sent my little buddy into a panic.

Dream-me had some weird emotions with this. They were afraid for the person I'm pretty sure they loved, and they were determined to make everything normal again. They kept trying to insist that the countdown was only in his head, and everything was going to be okay. They didn't convince him.

There was a woman's voice in his head but not mine, that told him that he'd be in the shed outside when the countdown hit zero, and then something would happen. He didn't know what, I didn't know what, and I still don't know what would've happened, because it was so cold in my room that I woke up.

The shed she mentioned was real, and was built by my stepdad in the back yard of the house I grew up in. It's a two story building painted a shade lighter than the sky. The bottom room has a bunch of shelves lined with boxes and is otherwise filled with gardening supplies, while the top is a mostly empty clubhouse covered in drawings. In the dream Tall-Me and Short-Guy were planning on having a sleepover in the clubhouse along with two of their friends. Which seems horribly childish to Real-Me but I guess those two could've been younger than me...

I guess it's been driving me crazy for no reason, because I'm still worried about that dream-guy and the dream-me, which is dumb because they don't really exist. Still, they had weird emotions that made them feel real to me, so I guess I want to know if there's any way I can find out what would've happened at the end of that countdown. Because I'm still a little scared.
Heheh.... ^__^;

Oh yeah! There was one more thing in the dream I remember, though it doesn't seem very important, but just enough that I thought I'd mention it. At some point in the dream, after we started occupying seperate spaces, but before he started going crazy, me and dream-shortie were writing in a spiral notebook, probably doing homework or making a list or something. That's the last detail I can remember.