scary dream

i am sick sick sick to death of being in richmond. it totally blows. the room i have in this house is balls hot, and this week is insanely hot as it is. and the lovely girl i room with has the world's cheapest parents, who pay all the bills. by decree the thermostat is set to 78 when we're home. in addition to my bad dream, i was awakened by the sheer force of heat in this suburban nightmare. the 'stat was set to 80. that's EIGHTY DEGREES, FAHRENHEIT!!!! IN DOORS!!! insanity.

but my dream--so i was hanging out at a bar that various people from my past worked at. i wasn't particularly drunk, though i did take my pants off at one point for some reason, and i remember feeling slightly embarassed about it but also that i had to do it. we left and walked out to the car, got in...and were carjacked at knifepoint by south american revolutionaries who wanted the car to get to the airport so they could hijack a plane. they did let me take my laptop--and it turns out if you know some spanish in real life, you can also speak it in dreams (i asked "puedo traer mi ordenator, por favor" and they didn't care, they just wanted to get to that airport).

so we get in someone else's car to go back to the house (and wow, did i ever live in a nice house--same dogs, big backyard, 2 car garage, the works), and i immediately call 911 on my cell phone to alert the police. again, not the car i'm worried bout so much as the plane. i'm explaining all this to the operator when we arrive at the house. my companion starts to unload the car and bring stuff in the house, but i notice when he comes out from bringing in the first load that some shadowy figure is following him. the shadowy figure, it turns out, is the male carjacker (there was a woman too, but she appears to be waiting in the car or something). he savagely...does something to my companion, either beats or perhaps stabs him, its hard to see in the dark. just as this is happening, i'm screaming into the phone with 911 "you have to hurry, they're here, please, they're killing him!!!" the most inept sherriff shows up at the house--alone i might add. he pulls out his gun but is too slow and the guy comes around and holds his knife against my neck. it's wet, so stabbing it was, not just hitting. the sherriff asks the man politely to stop. i hear sirens in the distance.

then i wake up, positively burning up in this hot ass house, heart pounding, mouth dry, eyeballs totaly dessicated. at home, i like it absolutely cold when i go to sleep. i like to be covered with at least a sheet, maybe a thin blanket too, and have my face be cold. i can't sleep in the heat. i swear, i have had more nightmares in this house than i ever do at home. and without fail i wake up between midnight and 3am bathed in sweat, heart hammering in my chest, and the damn thermostat is set at 80. i am so fucking ready to get out of here.