I woke up this morning an hour late; I apparently turned off the alarm yesterday morning, and left it switched off. I woke up during the tail end of a dream, which was more a mixture of three dreams.
One dream had me in college again. There was a final project to work on, but I'd missed a class, and didn't know what it was about, and had no one to work with. I only knew about the big assignment becuase
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The third dream was more like something out of a horror movie. There was a ghost type thing running around off screen. When he was alive, he had been a necrophiliac who had sex with dead relatives. There was a scrapbook of sketches and watercolours of corpses dressed up in tuxedos and wedding dresses, the bodies in various states of decay.
There was another scene in which I watched a woman with long honey-coloured hair flip through a large, black bound sketchbook (not scrapbook this time). The paintings in the sketchbook were all done in red and black on white, and were generally creepy (screaming faces, etc.; not far off from the sort of thing I doodle when I'm very depressed or panicked, except painted in red and black on white paper). I knew at that point that I had done the paintings, but that I was not the necrophiliac ghost/killer. I think I woke up just before the honey-haired woman realised I was there.
I wandered back and forth between the three of these dreams, but the last was where I was when I woke up.
Also, the last dream was not a nightmare; I wasn't afraid, I was just in a horror movie/book/thing, which is why there were horrible things happening.