The holidays have ever been a stressful, near-disastrous time of year for me. Now, I try to keep calm, but this is a hard trick to pull with family members who consistently overreact to circumstances. A single dish gets overcooked, and wham! Holiday's ruined. Maybe this Santaday will be better. However, I'm not going to get my hopes up.
I've already discerned that one of my gifts is some sort of jewelry. Weird. I don't give or receive the stuff, I'm much more fond of music. Or obscenely large stuffed creatures.
Oh! I must mention a little incident of a week ago. Now, without my medication, I am prone to insomnia, nightmares, and waking constantly. Betimes I have even woken myself screaming. It's a short story: I woke up in darkness, I'd say about 2-4 am. I saw a person-shaped something not two feet from my face, closed my eyes, and shrieked. When my eyes opened, it was gone. I then awoke more fully, and it took my some time to resume sleep
I hadn't missed my meds, so it wasn't a figment of withdrawals. It may have been a dream, I admit, but it had the quality of the dreams that come to be. Let me explain. I have these short flashes, from my own perspective, of a scene with no context. They're nothing out of the ordinary, and this is what makes them peculiar. Most dreams have no logic and are highly symbolic. These dreams are logical, quite mundane, and only a few seconds long. I'll see teachers speaking, the stuff on the floor of my room, and the covers of albums. Then, a few weeks later, those nonsense scenes happen. The person shaped thing, if I dreamt it, was most likely a premonition. Usually, if I tell someone of the premonition, it does not come to pass. This is why I am recounting the story. I do not want to see that again, for it scared the life out of me.
Yes. That's right. I'm dead.
