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I haven't been sleeping very much over this past week, and (the time I have slept) I've had several unpleasant dreams.

I don't know what to make of the first one. It was the longest of the four I remember from this week and probably the worst. In this dream I was walking with my friends when one of them spotted a tornado and pointed it out to me. Nobody seemed alarmed by it despite it's close proximity. We began walking toward my friends house when there was an instant drop in pressure (like being in a vacuum) that made me feel like my head was going to explode. We all crowded onto the front porch of the house and one by one it appeared as if the spirits of my friends were being sucked out. I was the only one who lived. At the end of the dream I went inside very upset, but nobody seemed to be phased by what just happened.

The next two dreams all occurred in the same night. I know I had four dreams, but I only remember two of them well enough to write about.

In the first one I was sitting at a desk alone at the end of a very long T-shaped dock. It was pitch dark and though I could see the shape of the Tampa skyline behind me, I couldn't see land in any direction. Where there should have been water, it was just blackness. Then my friend's aunt (very strange that she should be there) came out and sat a burning joint on the desk. I looked up at her and she said "I don't know if this is yours, but I don't know what to do with it." I told her it wasn't and to get it away from me and she did. Then, sitting at the desk staring at nothing, I felt an overwhelming feeling of solitude as if the isolation I was currently experiencing were permanent. I got up and started walking down the dock until I was all of a sudden in my grandmother's kitchen. It was dark except for a dim yellow light and instead of my grandmother it was my friend's aunt holding the burning joint in her hand. I took it from her and threw it in the trash and stared at it burning and then I woke up.

In the second dream I was walking down the street of a seemingly old city with my room mates. It was night time and the streets were lit by yellow sodium lamps. I don't think it was a real city, but it seemed fairly large. At one point we came to an intersection and turned to go down a hill toward some club. I looked up and one of the residence halls on campus was at the end of the street with all of the lights off. I also noticed that there were no lights on in the club and that there were no people around. I told them the power must be out and we turned around and started back up the hill. I had a squirrel in my arms and when we got back to the intersection it jumped out and started running. At the same time a fox came from up the street and started chasing it. I called out to the squirrel and it ran and jumped back into my arms, but the fox was right behind it and continued running after it. When the fox jumped at my face, I woke up.

One thing I noticed in these last two dreams is that there was a lot of yellow. Yellow in dreams can (apparently) be a symbol of fear, cowardice, illness and other similar negative things. As for the other aspects of the dreams, I will have to do personal analysis on that. I just hope I can stop dreaming and start getting some peaceful sleep soon.