Don't know what this means.

I woke up completely uneasy this morning. One of those mornings where you're hesitant to open your eyes in case what had previously been happening in your unconscious were real. I didn't want to find out.

I had a dream, and it was creepy. Peculiar. A string of incoherent events, as dreams generally are.

I remember my sister being there. And many strangers. People dying. At some point, two dogs had been hit by cars, and subsequently put to sleep. There were a lot of negative things happening in our lives, so my sister and I decided to take a pill to put ourselves to sleep, more or less.

It didn't feel like suicide. For some reason it felt like something we had to do. The pill would make us fall asleep in a half-hour, and we just wouldn't wake up.

I was terrified to take the pill. Sick to my stomach about it. But we both swallowed them, scared.

After taking it, I was panicked. I remember having to go to the bathroom, and when I tried to get up I was so tired. But I had to get up. I knew the effects of the pill were kicking in.

Suddenly I remember needing to tell my mom. I had to tell her I was going to die, and tell her goodbye, but she was sleeping. I didn't want to wake her up, so I cried, instead.

I was so tired.

And then I woke up.

Analyze. Thanks in advance.