Another Crazy Dream

This was written on June 13, 2011, at 11:13 AM. This also does not have a word count since this was also written as a diary entry.

So, I just woke up from the craziest and/or strangest dream. I can't recall all of the details of it, and I blame the dream on the test I took yesterday (in which it asked about dreaming and I answered that I usually have dreamless sleep) and having had to work at Char's reception this past Friday.

In my dream, the four of us were home and Chris and his girlfriend were over to chat with us. I was sitting on the desk chair, the both of them were sitting on the couch (his girlfriend was sitting closest to me), Dad was in the bathroom doing something, Sarah was in her bedroom doing something, and Mom might have been sitting in the rocking chair. Anyway!

His girlfriend and I start talking about their relationship. She says something and I ask that if the relationship is serious enough that it must be coming to a proposal soon. She ends up with a grin on her face (I don't recall the look on Chris's face). I ask either how long they've been in a relationship or how long she's known him (I don't remember which). I think she said since 1999 to which I think Chris replied with something like, "In your dreams."

Within a couple of minutes, she says something that starts to anger me. She says something to me and adds "Mother F'ing B" to the end of it. That does it. I am off of my chair in a split second and I attack her. I start slapping her with both sides of my hands. I hit her so hard that my slaps would rival that of punches. Eventually, we land on the floor because she's struggling to get away from me and I won't let her. Everyone comes out to see what is going on and they just stand there in shock.

Eventually it stops. I let Peyton out still angry. I come back in and I hear someone say that she needs to go to the hospital. She is quickly taken outside (I think by Chris). I just stand in front of the desk chair with every one's eyes on me. Someone (possibly Chris) says that his girlfriend has a black eye. Chris makes his round of hugs and comes to me last. I don't remember what he said to me but I do remember that when he was hugging me, I wasn't hugging him back. I looked at Mom and I could see that she was trying to hold back laughter from what she had seen me do to his girlfriend. I collapse against Chris because I just want to fall onto my knees over the shock of what I had done. Chris hangs onto me and slowly lowers me onto my knees with him. My face is against the front of his shoulder, breathing in and out, wanting to cry, body shaking in shock.

And then? It's over. I wake up. I could not believe what I had done in the dream. I am still in a little shock. So, apparently, do not mess with me.