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I had a terrible nightmare last night. It started out innocuously enough, I was watching an episode of Saturday Night Live and Adam Sandler, David Spade, and Nate from Six Feet Under were in bed together doing a skit. Then presto-chango, I was in bed with Nate from Six Feet Under and we were cuddling (because I loves to cuddle, be it man woman or dog). So in my dream, I knew I was dreaming because he said he had to get up to get a glass of water and I told him not too because he wouldn't be back. So he was holding my hands, and I actually could physically FEEL my hands being held. But then all of the sudden, he was holding my hands too tight and it was getting really uncomfortable. So I looked up at him, and it wasn't Nate anymore, it was this person/thing looking at me with shiny black eyes (kind of like the people from 28 Days Later after the infection) and I was REALLY frightened. So I tried to scream and for some reason I started screaming for my brother (his name is Nathan, probably not a coincidence that I was dreaming about Nate and calling out to Nathan). But I COULDN'T scream, it was just this hoarse whisper that was coming out of my mouth even though I was trying with all my might to scream really really loud. All the while this person/thing started squeezing my hands and pulling me closer to him while I tried vainly to scream. I woke myself up and when I woke up I was screaming, REALLY REALLY loud, and my heart was beating loud and fast and I was sweating. Fuck, I don't know where that came from. Maybe because we are doing the rape section in my Gender and the Law class, or maybe because I ate too much tunafish for dinner. But jesus it was really terrible.