Nightmare

I'm not the type of sleeper who dreams a lot. But when I do, it's typically very vivid and quite long. Lately, my dreams have been filled with something K-pop related which I'm quite thrilled about since it's better than dreaming about the other occupant of my life (*cough* school *cough*). It's enough that I have to deal with it in reality, and I'd like to keep my sleep as school-free as possible. But last night's dream was different.

It was a nightmare, really. The first one I have in a long time.

I was somehow taken into a prisoner by the Nazi (dear G-d, I know). I knew that resistance was futile and that my life won't be spared. So I did my best to make sure that I'm able to send something to my parents to let them know about my situation and possibly end the regime of these monsters. For some odd reason, I have my BlackBerry with me. It has about 1% battery life but I managed to snap some photos of the leaders and the people involved. I typed a draft, explaining the circumstances here and what they're really about.

Then, I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out a way to get my Berry to my Mom without them finding out. I was cooperating with them. I did what they ask, I smiled when they walk by. Then... I woke up.

Even though it was horrific, I didn't feel shaken or afraid when I woke up. I simply sat there and thought, "Holy sh-t. I need to have my phone with me at all times, then."

Anyway. Weird post, I know. I'm just trying to get my fingers and brain warmed up for the papers I'm supposed to write today.

Adios.