Leftovers

My first dream was when I was lying on the sofa around midnight:

I couldn't move nor speak, it was like having a night terror all over again, but this time my body was moving involuntary. My throat was slit right open and my two hands kept clutching it; trying to prevent the blood from spilling. I knew I didn't want to die, but I wasn't in panic either.

I guess I wanted to think about what matters most in my life, and it felt sad that my whole consciousness was just blank.


My second dream was pretty insignificant:

I was just extremely furious at my room mate, and I kept riding a jeep or a cab back and forth in one street. I wanted to hurt him.