You know those mornings when you wake up in a fog? Those mornings that you had a dream so life-like, it’s hard to pull your mind out of them?

This is definitely one of those mornings.

I hate listening to people’s dreams. I am no dream decipherer, and I don’t care to be. But I’m going to give you the gist of my dream.

*I was on a bus with a bunch of other students going someplace, but for some reason, we were sitting in a mall parking lot. A lot has gone on at this point, but I can’t recall all of the specific details. We have, of course, gone through many familiar places that I only come across in dreams, but they are known to me when I’m there, and that’s all that matters. I am hanging out with three guys that I know in my dream life, but in my real life, I have no recollection. Somehow, I get shot in the stomach, and I’m in pain.

The rest of my dream is me struggling to get through my normal activities without letting on to the fact that I have a gaping, bleeding (not badly, mind you) hole in my stomach. My friend Doug (in my dream, of course, because if this Doug didn’t take me IRL, you can bet your bottom he wouldn’t actually be my friend) wouldn’t take me to the hospital, so I was forced to walk around and do every day things.*

And then this morning, I had to peek under the blankets just to make 100% sure.

Dreams are so weird.