mamabunny

My heart is aching, and so is my hamstring.

I've found it rather hard to get any sleep the past week. I was pretty much up all the time, taking little naps during the day. I played a lot of Zuma to pass time, drank my vanilla non-fat latte's with whip cream and a ristretto shot. Last night, i actually slept a good 11 full hours. I'm not really sure why, i suppose the culmination of sleep deprevation had reached its peak. During this wonderful sleeping escapade, i remembered my dreams.

I just remember pain, at first. The pain of my nose breaking. The pain of my flesh tearing. Even recalling it, induces nasea and fear. I'm not all that sure who was hurting me, or that they were even purposfully doing it, but they were the same people who were making me better. When i felt my nose break(keeping in mind i've never had my nose broken before) i felt a rush and i screamed, i was being held down and fighting. Very soon after, i felt the same people resetting my nose and bandaging it up. As far as i my body goes, i dont even remember seeing how bad it was, until after the stitches, er some kinda huge staples were in. I had a gash that started on the back of my neck, went diagnally down my back, under my left arm, and stopped at the top of my right breast. There had also been some augmentation of my breasts, which probably confused me more than anything else. They had been supposedly lifted, but really didnt look that great. They were horrible. I stared in the mirror and cried quite a bit about it. Yeh, so i'm pretty sure i can interperate this one, but im not gonna type it out.