Nightmares

I hate nightmares. They're all so real, and I usually forget how to wake up until the nightmare gets to its worse. For example, if I get really scared, I lock the door and pray until my hands fall asleep. Once I had a living nightmare. I was 10, and on my birthday, I didn't get any celebration. Mom got Applebee's To Go, and after dinner I watched Scary Movie 3. Then I took a long bath, and went to sleep at 9PM because it was a school night. I think once you hit your double digits, people care less about your age unless you're rich. That nightmare wasn't as scary as any of the other ones I had. In one I was trying to find a bowl of guacamole that was poisoned in a guacamole fesitval. Turns out, all of them were poisoned and I had to go to a hospital. (Ironically, that was the same week I got a stomach virus.) In another, I was in kindergarten and all the monsters I feared were in my school. (That dream is freaking scary if you're no taller than 4'3. Those monsters looked like skyscrapers to me.) Also in many nightmares, I either end up getting hurt or dying. I'm so used to that, I don't fear dying anymore. In fact, I want a funeral a little like My Chemical Romance's video  for the song "Helena".

If there were  band, choreographed dancing, and costumes, it'd be perfect. Although, I don't think corpses should dance unless they're from the Nightmare Before Christmas. (I'm not including a clip from that movie, I'm too lazy.) Bye, I'm going to get a snack.