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I had a really bad dream this morning. Several of them, but one right after the other.
So they seemed like one dream.
I was at some sort of daycare or summer camp watching children (one of whom was a baby, another one of whom was a young girl I actually know), and there was some sort of group of Evil People stalking us (or maybe just me, or maybe everybody in the world), and most of the other adults I was working with were somewhat oblivious, but still, they were leaving the area with the highest Evil People concentration, and some of the kids ran off so I had to chase them, and everybody left me behind, but I got in the train station with them anyway (lugging an enormous stroller with the baby), and then there was some confusion and they got on the train while I didn't, so I was alone, with the Evil People bound to close in at any time, and the train station was CROWDED crowded, but not in a good way, and I couldn't tell if the Evil People were there, and all my stuff fell into the tracks, and I had to get help, and there was no help, so I had to lean down to get it, and the trains kept seeming too close (though they were express trains and not running on that track anyway), and when the train came one of the Evil People scratched me and then began flirting with me in a very inappropriate manner, and all I could think of to say was that I wasn't gay (very politely not mentioning that she was a little needing of a shower, but then, she was also a member of Evil), which didn't even make a difference, it just got more inappropriate, and she started following me up a very dangerous staircase when I got off the train, so I shoved her off and she died, and I went back down the stairs to catch the next train, and it was a six foot climb into the train, and there were no seats (except one that was too near the ceiling and which was probably Evil anyway), and the Evil Person I killed was still *alive* in some way, influencing people even though she looked dead and I was in Big Trouble, and somewhere here I'd lost the baby and stroller (but my dream-self didn't care, and neither, really, did that bit of me that stays awake in dreams), and I got off the train and there was culty (probably evil, to be honest) weirdness going on, and I could not get in touch with my family, nor the child's family, and I had missed my stop but the trains were full of Evil People and the streets seemed marginally safer (not that they were), and I couldn't go home, but I couldn't NOT go home.
And here I woke up for the last time. I woke up several times in this narrative, but not fully, and I kept thinking that if I fell asleep the dreams would be better. I still haven't totally shaken the uneasy feeling from all of them, anyway, which is why I'm still up. (Usually, I'm still up because I'm busy, but today I want to be asleep and I'm worried to sleep.)
I was at some sort of daycare or summer camp watching children (one of whom was a baby, another one of whom was a young girl I actually know), and there was some sort of group of Evil People stalking us (or maybe just me, or maybe everybody in the world), and most of the other adults I was working with were somewhat oblivious, but still, they were leaving the area with the highest Evil People concentration, and some of the kids ran off so I had to chase them, and everybody left me behind, but I got in the train station with them anyway (lugging an enormous stroller with the baby), and then there was some confusion and they got on the train while I didn't, so I was alone, with the Evil People bound to close in at any time, and the train station was CROWDED crowded, but not in a good way, and I couldn't tell if the Evil People were there, and all my stuff fell into the tracks, and I had to get help, and there was no help, so I had to lean down to get it, and the trains kept seeming too close (though they were express trains and not running on that track anyway), and when the train came one of the Evil People scratched me and then began flirting with me in a very inappropriate manner, and all I could think of to say was that I wasn't gay (very politely not mentioning that she was a little needing of a shower, but then, she was also a member of Evil), which didn't even make a difference, it just got more inappropriate, and she started following me up a very dangerous staircase when I got off the train, so I shoved her off and she died, and I went back down the stairs to catch the next train, and it was a six foot climb into the train, and there were no seats (except one that was too near the ceiling and which was probably Evil anyway), and the Evil Person I killed was still *alive* in some way, influencing people even though she looked dead and I was in Big Trouble, and somewhere here I'd lost the baby and stroller (but my dream-self didn't care, and neither, really, did that bit of me that stays awake in dreams), and I got off the train and there was culty (probably evil, to be honest) weirdness going on, and I could not get in touch with my family, nor the child's family, and I had missed my stop but the trains were full of Evil People and the streets seemed marginally safer (not that they were), and I couldn't go home, but I couldn't NOT go home.
And here I woke up for the last time. I woke up several times in this narrative, but not fully, and I kept thinking that if I fell asleep the dreams would be better. I still haven't totally shaken the uneasy feeling from all of them, anyway, which is why I'm still up. (Usually, I'm still up because I'm busy, but today I want to be asleep and I'm worried to sleep.)