I have all of the best nightmares when I'm at home. Probably because I can actually sleep them out.

Christmas night I dreamt that death was chasing me because I had read some book and a bunch of my friends had read it as well. Death came in a set-- there was the manifestation of the typical death being, and then an invisible child that ran out from his cloak. Death just kind of hung out and watched as the invisible child would run after whoever and then push them. After he pushes them, their flesh turns to ash and all that is left are bones. I had to 2 of my friends' bones, but I don't know which.
I found a magic list that had the names of all of the people who had read the book and were cursed, and they either were checked off as dead or unchecked as still alive. I found Justin's name (my friend who had died in 8th grade), and it was checked off as dead, but he was standing next to me as we were both reading the list. Somehow he had bypassed it, and I began to write in next to his name (ALIVE) but I thought he should stay hidden, so I crossed it out. I honestly thought he was still alive in this dream; this was like... one of the only times I've dreamt about him.
The next sequences were weird. Me seeing the book over and over again; in a school library I made up in my head, in a junkyard at what seemed to be the edge of the world, etc etc. I also at some point wrote down what I remembered from the book in one of the books I made in bookbinding, and realized that's how the content never gets destroyed. Sort of like The Ring, someone will read my book and be cursed. Eventually I am in one of the school elevators, and I can't hit a button for my floor because the buttons are on the door and the door keeps moving. I am able to hit floor 7b, and the elevator tips backwards and starts falling. I pass out and the rest is a blur until I reappear in another elevator and then am ejected out onto my floor. I start crying because I thought it was over and the dream is over.

This next dream is all over the place.
I'm at school, and we have to do an assignment for one of my teachers. Then I'm on the street doing it. There is a short sequence where I'm in a room. Jon Laing is there and so is my teacher, and there is a bed that Jon used to have but didn't need any more so he gave it to me. I try sleeping in it, but it's full of triangular bed bugs, and my teachers says "Can you fix this?" as if it's one of my pieces. I change the bed sheets on the mattress and keep the sheets on top because they have nice colors. "You need a rubber sheet or something to suffocate them all." I didn't have that but I said I would go and buy one later.
We are now outside working on our pieces and Jon Laing and keeps messing up-- his piece is fucking huge, so he sprays it down with a very powerful hose. The water ricochets and hits a stool and the stool and water both hit me in the head and I fall and my head hits the stone sidewalk. The teacher freaks out and says it's the worst thing Jon has ever done and look at what he did to me. The piece Jon did, by the way, was some kind of still life with a lot of triangular objects. It was pretty bad, but it was really surreal.
I get up and go across the street to a cafe with outside seating on the sidewalk, sit on a stool and bury my head in my arms as I cry and fade in and out of consciousness. My teacher comes over and pats me on the back and sits nearby and reads a book to see if things are fine. Some of my friends come by and start talking to him and I feel better enough to get up and leave while they are all distracted.
I walk in a half-daze in the direction of what may or may not be the school. I'm thirsty and I walk towards a french ice cream place. They have a peach ice cream; I decide to go in. The lighting is like a bar and I can barely see. I order the ice cream, and french music plays. I have a lot of money when I go to pay-- it's surprising. I put my change in a plastic bag. As I wait, german music comes on, and the french man behind the counter begins to curse and yell about how much he hates the germans. I look down and see something on the floor. I pick it up with a tissue and put it on the counter; it's a dead hairless mouse. The man says thank you and throws it away, and the french music comes back on. He compliments me and says that I am cute, and I laugh nervously and say how I wish I could actually see his face since it is so dark.
He laughs and assists me outside, which has now turned into a boardwalk and I have a winter hat on. I take off my winter hat and push the hair that the wind is blowing out of my eyes and then he kisses me and tells me how we are to spend our lives together. If I move to Europe or the Mediterranean with him, he'll fish with his brother and shoot independent french films. I'll come along sometimes too, but mostly stay at home and be a housewife.
As he's telling me all of this, Rachel Lesser comes up and starts to hit on him, but he isn't playing into it so much. He says she cannot be with him if she hates fish, and he suggests to her many jobs that do not apply to what she loves.
I do not concentrate on his face, but on hers and the sky above her. The clouds seem to move with her feelings, a couple become like comets. She says in french that she is an artist; illustration is what she would do in France, and he denounces her and says illustration is a fool's art. The comet clouds plummet into the back of her head and I speak, "I too do illustration." I don't want to be a house wife.
We leave him and go back to where we live; we're room mates with Nicole on a ship. We talk about the man and about how his bloodline is one of the many few where each man in his family has spotted and married his true love, which is a stranger. She said he told her this earlier, that I was supposed to be that person, but I didn't want to be a house wife, especially to someone who has planned out my life for me already.
We are on the ship as two grieving people; this part is almost like an animated drawing. Rachel Lesser is a melting person of sadness who melts into me and my pupils and corneas drip out of my eyeballs because that's what was left of me when I could believe in things.
Nicole comes in with Jon and tells us that she's our friend and we love her. I tell Rachel I am her friend and she knows. I don't remember how this ended, but it ends and I have a very empty feeling in my chest and it can sob.

My nightmares make me very upset and they are all I have.