Dream:
My house was strange and different. I opened a cupboard and noticed several large antique books I had were missing. I discovered the Alcoholic had stolen them. I confronted him, feeling intensely betrayed, and took my books back from his backpack. R saw and wanted to defend me, wanted to fight him in retaliation for hurting me, and then I had to struggle against him too to let the Alcoholic go in peace. I was upset. I tried to call my ex to deliver weed to calm me but everything was blurry and I couldn't type. I yelled and woke myself up.
But I woke up in a strange unfamiliar place, outdoors, near the bay, in the middle of the street. R was still sleeping, in a sleeping bag. I yelled for him to wake up. He awoke, groggy and confused. My anxiety was intense. I tried to text my ex for weed but was having a full blown panic attack and had trouble typing. I asked R to help me send the text but when my ex finally replied he didn't take it seriously and didn't understand so I struggled to send another text but everything was blurry. I screamed and woke myself up, for real this time, sweaty and in a panic.
I immediately called my ex and told him about my nightmare within a nightmare. I was exhausted but scared to fall asleep again, scared that I'd get trapped in more layers of dreams, scared I might not be able to wake up.
12:52 p.m. - 2021-04-26