Rosh Hashanah Mystery Theatre

[aforeigntongue]

I was sitting outside of my house in the alternate universe that comprises my dream, made up of such an exacting continuity that it scares me.  Just like in waking life, I was severely depressed and, just like the exact opposite of waking life, allforleyna shows up and I break down.  I tell her about all the frightening things that have been happening in my mind, and she tells me about how much I have compromised myself.  I look for some method of escape... perhaps over the ravine that has now inexplicably appeared in front of my street, perhaps with this short-handled cane knife that has magically found its way at the open door of my garage.*  I've made regrettable choices about how I live my life (referenced in the "episode" of the dream immediately before, where Andy and I are in my room and he's breaking down, but I somehow remain calm), and Jessie brought down the hard hammer of brutal honestly.
I woke up feeling useless.  I woke up late for class.  This day, I think, I will have for myself.

*Eerie side note:  I forgot my garage door was open IRL.
I have no idea what to do with this barrage of thoughts and desires.  It just seems like I'm doing everything for the wrong reasons and hanging out with people who influence me in ways in which I am not ready to be influenced.

At least I might be able to cut the crap and credit out of my CIS100 class, thus freeing up extra time to do other things... like my chemistry homework.

I think I'll do that now.