I had a bad dream.
The kind of bad dream that makes you want to curl up in a ball as tightly as you can, pull the blanket over your head and wait for it to be over. You want your mom to come and rub your back, to tell you that everything is going to be alright.
Not a nightmare. Nightmares are bad, but they go away.
I'm talking about the kind of hauntingly bad dream that stays with you, lurking around every corner all day long, hiding until you've let your guard down and someone or something reminds you of the dream which suddenly becomes all that more real and vivid.
I dreamed that the ear doctor broke up with me and started dating my cousin Hilary. It was very dark and scary for me. I kept questioning him for why he dumped me and he just kept saying over and over, "I don't love you" and "I never liked you"
I got up in the middle of the night to try to shake it.
I drank a whole glass of water.
I went back to bed and it resumed. I ended up actually physically crying in my sheets.
It was horrible.