6-17-2016
Last night I woke up 3 times after having a nightmare.

First one I remember, I’m with a group of people in some stone building and we’re in the midst of a civil war. The conquerors are dressed in Medieval garb and one man on our side gets a member of the invading force on the stone ground and begins to crush his face and head with some metal contraption with spikes. I look away in horror as a strange man next to me nods in approval. I wake up relieved it was only a dream.

The second one I remember I’m visiting with my parents someplace. I think my sister is here as well. We are sitting down to a casual brunch and suddenly my dad begins to convulse and cough up some brown phlegm. I’m horrified and turn to my mother to tell her we need to call an ambulance. She is sitting glassy eyed and brown drool begins to come out the corner of her mouth and I fear they may have eaten something bad or the food was poisoned. I wake up relieved it was only a dream.

The third nightmare escapes my memory at the moment.