Nightmares

My dreams lately have been a little less sunshine and flowers and a lot more dark and weird.

A few nights ago, I dreamt that Adam and I lived in a giant, old, abandoned Toys R Us on the edge of a jungle that had been turned into a refugee camp/prison. It was run by militant guerrilla-hyenas that looked and acted like drill instructors. They found out Adam and I were married and decided to kill us...? So Adam dies and the guerrilla-hyenas start after me. Eventually I escape through a high window and find out that the "jungle" outside is just a thing layer of trees separating us from the actual world. I woke up scared and sad.

A couple nights later, my dream was set in a post-appocolyptic world where everyone sort of fended for themselves. I lived with a few friends (whom I've never met in real life) in a bed and breakfast on a swamp. Only, the bed and breakfast had seen better days. It was overrun with animals and there were trees growing through it. The Alligator lived on the first floor in a bedroom everyone knew to avoid. The Alligator wasn't anthropomorphic like the guerrilla-hyenas but he was equally terrifying. Every night at 6, The Alligator would wake and go out on the town to find a human and make a meal of them. Everyone in town knew to hide except for some reason, my friends and I were caught walking around the house when The Alligator woke up one night. We climbed the tree to hide from him and watched as a boy, who walked in trying to save us, was brutally eaten. I woke up scared.

I've never really had dreams like this. I mean, I've had weird dreams/nightmares but most of the time when I wake up, I'm able to connect the dream to a real life event that sparked it. Sometimes it's a movie or a conversation or a picture but I can almost always explain my dreams. Those two I cannot.

I swear I'm not on drugs.

Separately...but maybe somehow connected, I've gone to CrossFit twice.