I've been popping percocets all week, sleeping all day and night. I look like a mental patient right now. I feel like a slug. I think my bf is starting to get scared. I feel bad, but I feel so numb and tired all the time.
I had a nightmare a few days ago. I fell asleep for like an hr, and managed to dream this:
It starts out ok. I had started a new job, and everyone who worked there was cool. I was walking around, talking to people, and walked down into the basement. At this pt it turned into my house, although I don't actually have a basement, just a crawl space. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up, and a man (older, kinda stocky) came in the back door and stood at the top of the stairs. He pulled out a gun and I began flipping out, screaming at him. He raised the gun and shot me in the chest. I fell to the floor and he pulled out a giant knife. He walked over to me and slit my throat, then began carving up different parts of my body while I screamed. He was very calm and methodical. He was talking to me calmly, asking me if I was dead yet. Finally I realized that if I stopped screaming, he might think I was dead and stop cutting me. I instantly shut my mouth and slumped over, trying not to breathe. He seemed to buy it, but continued to sit there and talk to what he assumed was my dead body. He was like, "Took you long enough. You got any money, Amy?" Finally I had no choice but to take a breath, and he heard it. He put his ear up to my back and listened to the short, dying breaths I emitted. He started whispering, "Soon Amy. Soon." I could feel warm blood from my neck running across my face. That's when I woke up with my face lying in a puddle of drool.
So yeah, that was good times. I think the percocets brought that on, so I was gonna stop taking them, but was hurting today. Slept on and off all day, and no nightmares, so that's good.
It looks like I'm leaving on Mon. to go see my family. My bf was opposed to this at first, but I think he wants me to go now. I want to go, but I feel like I could sleep the rest of my life. It's hard to wake up. Maybe getting away for awhile will do me some good.
