I keep having nightmares... ehhh... and I can't stop them. Lately I keep having ones about people cutting me with knives in their hands and smiles on their faces. They leave these huge gashes across my chest and stomach. It's scary. Ahhhhhhhhhhh... I always have really disgusting, frightening dreams. On the positive side, they make for good writing material. I would never think these kind of thoughts while awake. But... I wanted to be Bob Dylan, not Steven King. I hate dreams.