I find myself being stripped of reality more and more.

Nightmares can sometimes be interesting and taken lightly, but lately they have just gotten worse.
I had around 4 last night, 2 were especially notable, the other 2 not so much.
One was me obsessively trying to dye my hair black; it was already turning brown and I was freaking out. I remember putting the dye on my head and it was burning.
The other one was made of nothing.

The first notable dream begins in a bar. It's extremely divey; it looks like it's the inside of an abandoned warehouse. There are no lights on, save for the neon signs behind the bar, and there are no windows. Everything is dark except for the dimly lit area around the bar. I'm there with Joe, and maybe 4 other old and sad souls are quietly sipping their drinks. There is a room in the back where there are couches and there are people sitting on them in the dark. Joe is drinking and I have to go get something from my car. I ride my bike to my car, and it's light outside. I think mid-day. 2 homeless men keep walking by me, and so I get scared and lock myself in my car, leaving my bike outside. I forget what I was looking for, so I drive "home" (whatever that was in my dream), but once I'm there I remember my bike was left unlocked and my car is out of gas. So I start running and I accidentally take the long way. I run down a sidewalk, past alleys full of trash on one side and a forest on the other side. The image of the city disappears, and I look to my right and see a bunch of dumps. Giant hills of trash with paths running down the middle, and there are 3 or 4 girls walking down these paths, talking on their cell phones, just out for a walk or coming home from somewhere. I continue to walk past the dumps, extremely perplexed at the girls, and come upon the tallest hill out of all of them; it was almost mountainlike. This one however was covered with very green grass and had a few trees growing on it. In the distance was a factory. This hill was actually a landfill. I start up it, thinking not about my bike, but how I have to get back with Joe. He'll wonder where I went. As I'm going up it, I encounter Snowman, Jon's friend who had gone crazy after his girlfriend broke up with him. He didn't go mad because of that specifically, but it was in the chain of events. He looks like the homeless men, covered in dirt, aimlessly wandering the hillside with bugged out eyes. He tries to talk to me, but I walk past him. I look behind myself and see he had started talking to a tree. I get very sad and freaked out, and the hill won't end and I panic and wake up.

I don't feel like typing the second dream; it has a lot of the same themes as the first and thinking about it is wearing me out.

Joe said that this is real life, what's happening right now, and I can't seem to understand.
School's a joke, Java's a joke, I'm a joke. I'm depressed and sometimes can see past it, but sometimes I can't.

I also sometimes wonder what it would be like if I took up film again.