Another horrible dream night

My dreams had rape and murder in them. I don’t understand why i would dream such things. The almost as odd thing is i don’t remember dreaming while boyfriend slept next to me. I don’t get where dreams come from. It wasn’t even a nightmare of sorts but had left me waking up this morning feeling off.

Welp back to work this morning. I’m ambivalent about it like I’m excited to start my day yet I’d just as soon laze around.

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