last night i dreamed that...

i was in a place like back home where i am originally from in the country. i didn't visually recognize any of the people i was with, but they were supposed to be people i knew, old friends of mine. my boyfriend wast here with me, too. we stumbled into some weird satanic ritual and we wanted to watch, but we didn't want to participate. the people (my old friends) saw us and told me i was pregnant. they said i had to give them my baby and i refused. so, one girl stabbed me in the right side into my stomach and up under my ribs. then all those people except my boyfriend disappeared. i was bleeding profusely and dropped to the ground. my mom came into the room and gave me the phone to call the emergency room. on the phone i asked the hospital to bring an ambulence because i needed to go to the emergency room. the girl on the phone told me that i would need to make an appointment and the soonest she could get me in would be a week. i screamed that i would be dead by then and asked "don't you have an emergency room where people gow hen there is a REAL emergency?" the girl seemed dumbfounded and replied that no, they don't have one of those. i hung up the phone. i didn't know what to do. my boyfriend suggeted i call a different hospital like ECMC (don't ask my why that particular hospital transported itself to middle of nowhere new york on the other side of the state). he was trying to put pressure on my wound and told me i would be alright. he was the only one actually doing something to help me. i was in the process of trying to get on my bicycle and ride to the hospital when the alarm clock went off.


there is something wrong with my brain i think, haha. i need to do either more or less drugs before i go to sleep.