So I woke up 3am and...

I just had the wildest nightmare. I couldn't be more thankful waking up from it.I don't know why I felt like an accessory to a crime, why I felt motionless even physically in reality. It felt like I wanted to escape from something. At one point, I was gathering everything up, boxing them up and throwing them away some place else so that it wouldn't be recognized as my trash. When I tried to get rid of it, the Friends' theme song started playing and I threw it out even further down a blue drum (we usually see back in the PH). I saw remnants of what I should have thrown out and was in a hurry to gather them, throw them out, as if I didn't want anybody to see them.

I woke up and I was in panic, both my hands and feet felt frozen. As I slowly realized it was a bad dream, I tried my very best to move my arms and legs to fight the numbness I felt I was trapped in. I succeeded.

And then I read a message my best friend, who is at the other side of the globe. She made a funny remark. I calmed down.

There's some scary shit happening deep in my subconscious. How do I get down to it and confront it so no more disturbing nightmares in the future? A more pertinent question would be, how do I go back to sleep now when I'm battling between sleep and hunger.

Oh what dilemma.