(diaryland) October 10, 2011 - 11:18 p.m.

I had another goddamn vivid dream last night. This time, some guy with long hair who looked like he was in I.T. was trying to behead me with a really long sword.

I managed to shout, "help!" in real life. This was at about 2AM. I would have been freaked out if someone yelled, "help!" at 2AM. I would have been bolt upright and shit. All Roland could be bothered doing was put a hand on my chest.

So I went back into the dream. I jumped over a fence and txt-ed the police. I feel, looking back, that I should have actually phoned the police. Their mobile number for txt-ing was really long as well.

I think it's all this uni stress making me dream, but this is fucking cool. Bring on the next one.