1. Was at church with church members and Joseph41 and Brenden (and I think Kate?), and enemy planes started dropping little bombs round the area (like, each bomb destroyed about a square metre of ground). We were panicking, trying to anticipate where they'd drop the next bomb and jump out of the way at just the right times. Joseph41 was hit first. Bye bye, Nick.
2. I was hosting a party of old school acquaintances*, who were all covered in self-harm scars and scratches and bruises. I was really distressed - this had happened in dreams before, but this time it was actually real life!
They were kind enough to assure me that it was my fault.
3. I was repeating VCE, but sneakily and skilfully skipping all my classes so that my teachers never noticed. The exams were coming up and I hadn't opened my methods book once the entire year; I knew I was going to do terribly compared with the year before and disappoint everyone. Halfway through the (outdoor on the grass) Texts and Traditions exam, luckily, I realised I'd already done the exam the year before, so I didn't need to try again, so I tore up my paper, walked out and refused to do any other exams.
4. A positive dream. Of course, I don't remember anything about it.
graphic/triggering
5. Rape.
6. My older sister showed me the soles of her feet, covered in deep cuts she'd made, and she couldn't walk with the pain. I tried to tell her not to, but then she started again, slashing and slashing, while I cried and begged. And then she did the final stroke, and there was blood everywhere, and I couldn't move or speak, and she was saying, "Heidi, I'm dying, please help me, please, call someone, do something", and I couldn't do anything. She bled to death on the floor. I remember calling Mum to let her know that Bec was dead.
Couldn't take more, so didn't sleep the rest of the night. \o/
* As with Joseph41, this proves it was a dream.