I often wake up in the morning without dreams. I know I have dreams; I simply do not remember them. Everyone I know thinks that this is strange, since I almost never remember them. I used to keep a dream journal, but I had to stop, because I noticed that I was getting severe headaches for long periods of time, and I assumed that the journal was the source. Once I stopped journaling, the headaches went away, and my memory seemed to worsen.

Last night was strange. (By the way, the rest of this entry is about my dreams. If you don't handle descriptions of blood very well, I would not continue.)

I slept for a total of 13 hours. My memory of my dreams seemed to jump around. First, I remember walking through a dimly lit hospital. The bathroom doors were the only doors open, and inside, people were puking blood. They just looked at me, puking, blood dripping down their mouths. I kept walking. The doctors and nurses kept giving them a strange, pinkish water. The more they drank, the more they puked. A doctor offered me the water, and I rejected. My memory lead me to my school; I was in the girls locker room with my sister and one of my friends. We heard loud screaming. We panicked and locked the door. The screaming became particuarly loud, but eventually went away. We opened the door a bit and discovered the remains of my classmates, and once again, blood was everywhere. My other dreams were uneventful; walking home from school with strangers, a strange necklace with a skull on it, a manic with a dog.

I woke up and heard rythmic tapping inside my bedroom. The room was pitch black. When I moved, the tapping became louder.

I'm starting to get really paranoid.