I had a fever last night. Not sure how high it got, but I woke up with a temperature of 101.3. So my dreams got pretty goddamn weird.

First there were like... three manifestations of myself. There was me, as I am now, and one with dark hair talking to me. She was saying, "You need to go stop yourself from having sex with (some guy, I forgot the name). He's using you and he doesn't respect you at all. He'll tell everyone and your reputation will be ruined." So... I sent a text message... to myself... that said, "Get off of him!" Probably didn't work, but it seems like my Ego and Superego were working on controlling my Id. Or something.

Then, I dreamed that I woke up uncomfortable because I had a fever and decided that putting on my big puffy ski jacket and sleeping in my car would be more comfortable. Then this girl I know, Rachel, came and got me in the morning and tried to get me out, but I kept trying to hit her in the face.

Then all my roommates were sick and we were out and about back home (it was and wasn't back home, you know what I mean). We were in a nice neighborhood, but then Krista and her boyfriend drove away and Victoria left somehow, and I was all alone wondering how to get home. I started by running after Krista and Nick screaming and sobbing, got some funny looks, and wandered into a really nice house that was having a formal lunch. I was in my pajamas. They let me sit down, though, and someone said, "We've been waiting for you, Ophelia." I got up and left.

I wandered into a park and walked past a couple guys making a drug deal among family groups and couples picnicking. Then some guy snapped or something and started shooting up the park. I dove behind something, and tried to stay out of sight. The police arrived, but they wouldn't shoot him, they just pointed their guns and let themselves be shot. The crazy guy came after me and I dove into a pile of leaves to get away, but he started shooting into it. I got out of that, and hid behind some kind of trash can where this cop was standing. I said, "Please shoot him, please shoot him." But he didn't, and he got shot. His gun landed beside me and I said to myself, "I don't want to do this." But then I heard a voice say, "You have to." The shooter was quickly approaching me so I picked up the gun and shot him five times in the chest and once in the forehead (I had surprisingly good aim). He was lying there in front of me and I started to crawl away. But then the guy got up. I pulled the trigger again, but nothing happened. A thought occurred to me: You should have shot him in the knees. The shooter said, "Yeah, you should have shot me in the knees." Then the voice that had spoken to me before explained that I had to replay the scene all over again so I would get it right.

And then I woke up, thank God.