Dreams are Out of Control

Last night I dreamt, twice, about men telling me they were going back to their ex- girlfriends. Or trying to, at least. One was Gatsby, the other was a guy I had just met and hit it off with.

And then I dreamt that my brother and I realized there were homemade gallows in the chimneys of our house. Three chimneys, three makeshift gallows, three hanged. We decided it was a coverup from a hit and run, but... needless to say, disconcerting. More disconcerting was the fact that we couldn't call the police because we had hidden a the skull of someone we killed (is this a throwback to past dream?) in one of the chimneys.


The dreams are out of control, and I've met about 6 men in the last three nights while I was sleeping. I'm sure this is the sign of my psyche ready for it, however long it takes the universe to give it me.