I had a really weird one last night. I can't remember all of it, but there are other circumstances that make it even more strange. I recently made a new friend. A surprisingly close friend in a very short amount of time. Yesterday, I worked an open to close shift, on a very busy day. I was so wired from being on the go, that I couldn't shut down. I went to sleep very late. (4:30am). It's different from my bouts of insomnia, because it wasn't that I hated the idea of going to sleep, it was that I couldn't turn my brain off. I wanted to get up and GO and DO and BE and sleep was not a priority to my brain.
So when I finally did get to sleep, I didn't even remember actually doing so. Just Head Meet Pillow and gone. I started dreaming about real life. In particular, this friend and I were talking. Now, we've never met in person, she lives in the northeast, I live in the southeast. While we were talking, I was discussing suicide. Not for myself, but as a general topic. And I was telling her about when I went to college in Elmira. When I woke up, it took me a while to realize it was a dream at all. Now comes the weirdest part. I did not tell her this in the dream, or in real life, but when I was in college, I went through some very severe depression, and did in fact contemplate suicide, though never actually tried to follow through.
On my way to work, she sends me a text asking me if I was ok. Because she had a dream about me last night, as well. She said that she'd been having a weird sense of deja vu all morning, and said that in her dream, I actually attempted suicide. In college.
It had me all tied up in knots all morning.