i dream of genie

Once every two months I'll have a dream that I actually remember. These past few days though, I've been plagued by nightmares. And not the kind where the axe murder is waiting around the corner watching me finish up a speech to a large crowd after I've forgotten to put any clothes on. Translation: the dreams aren't scary in the traditional sense. They're worse. Instead of the cold-sweat "holy shit i almost died" dream, i get the sick-to-my-stomach wave of anxiety that sticks with me all day. I think it's the fact that these nightmares are incredibly believable. There's nothing in them where you wake up and go "hah...yea right".


Now why on earth do I only remember the screwed up ones? Stupid temporal lobe.