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[visionshadows]

I had a very disturbing dream last night that I woke up from around 4:30. My dog, Rusty, who died a couple of years ago was alive but dying. So dayse and I were staying with him until he died. And he turned vicious and attacked everyone in his sight and it was just awful. I remember curling up on my bed in my dream and sobbing because my dog had gone insane, but he was dead next to my bed and he couldn't hurt me anymore. It was a bad, bad dream. Bad.

I have to go write a paper so I can attempt to actually see people tonight. I like people, so it would be nice. :)

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And it won't go away! It just keeps haunting me and replaying in my brain.

He was such a sweet dog. It totally wasn't in his nature to attack his family members like that. Plus, just having the dream revolve around him dying, which actually happened when my life was in upheaval yet again, just made so many bad connections and ickiness.

I'd really like my brain to stop doing stuff like this. I don't need it.