Last night’s dream started out nicely but then it got weird and disturbing towards the end.
I dreamt that I was back in college and I had just moved into my new dorm. I had this gigantic, three-room suite all to myself and I was so excited. I invited all of my friends over and we had a big party, decorating the place. I was having a great time until I noticed that there was a guy at the party that I had never seen before.
He was tall, thin, and pale with messy blonde hair. When I first saw him, he was standing in front of a wall mirror, staring at his reflection. I noticed that he had what appeared to be a huge cyst on his right jaw and he kept pushing down on it with his finger. Suddenly, he started to squeeze the cyst.
“Stop doing that!” I snapped at him as the cyst burst open in a mix of blood and puss.
Holding his hand over his face, he turned away from the mirror and looked at me. He lowered his hand, revealing that he now had a bloody hole on his face, through which I could see his jawbone.
And that’s when I woke up!
Don’t you hate it when a perfectly good dream is interrupted by a nightmare?