So, mostly because I have yet to write Pavement or Katie's entry...I'm going to talk about dreaming. Or, rather, the incredibly strange way that I dream.

I feel like everything I do is different. You guys are so weird. :p But, gah, here's another Totally Tessa Fact(s):

Ten minutes: Commence!

I don't dream in color. Well, not normally. At times I dream in sepia. Sometimes I dream and can see certain colors. Sometimes I can dream and see every color but that's really rare.

Most dreams are black and white. Why? I don't know. It's weird. Apparently most people don't dream in black and white. You're missing out. It's amazing. Ever seen a black and white movie? It doesn't get better.

Seriously.

I don't understand why people don't dream in black and white. Everything becomes mysterious, dark, swingy, and jazz is a beat that you wanna die for. Live for. Stay for.

I can hardly see in my dreams. So, most of you know, I wear glasses. I'm extremely blind. Like, if I take them off suddenly there's only a foot or two of world. Everything else is a blur of colors that swirl about and it's hazy. In my dreams it's the same way, I can't see. I don't wear my glasses to bed, meaning this is so a subconscious thing, but because I don't wear them to bed I cannot see in my dreams. It's blurry. Only when I wear them to bed, or am touching them when sleeping, can I dream with full sight.

I kinda hate it, actually.

Nothing is scarier than having a nightmare and seeing what you think is a black wall become a living monster that you only see when it's close enough to kill. It follows, just behind, waiting, watching. Your breath grows heavier. You pause, leaning against what you think is a wall. Quivering, your entire body shakes, and you fall to your knees. You hear it. The footsteps. The breathing. You feel it. The hand on your shoulder. The hot air on your neck. The knife pressing against your neck then the laugh as they slide it into the tender flesh of your neck. Blood squirts out and your pulse throbs.

Death.

Okay, that got creepy. O.O

I don't remember most my dreams. This is pretty common among people, though. I mean, who really remembers most their dreams?

I have weird, repetitive dreams. Nightmares. Things. I know the earliest dream/nightmare I can remember is where all these people I didn't know we're killing each other on a battle field. Then, later, I switched schools. Second grade. Kept having it at least once a year. Reached high school. Discovered that everyone in that repeating dream that I didn't know was in my class.

That's freaky.

That's nothing.

I once had a repeating dream that I was going to die. Kept happening. Then, I started getting insane migraines. Had to go to emergency room and several hospitals, only to discover that I have an extra vein in my head that, when inflamed, gives me possible seizures and awful migraines.

My dreams are kinda awesome like that.

The ducks sound! Ahahaha, this was fun.

Fun fact: I wrote 10,800 something words today! Yay! My wrists hurt. My head is kinda hurting. And I feel like this sounds incredibly stupid. Sorry about that. Anyways, this was Tess on dreams.

-Tess-

(Date Written: 1-20-16)