What an interesting Dream.

So last night, I had possibly the most interesting dreams ever!

First off, it started with I guess I was reading a book, which makes some sense, because i enjoy reading, but honestly, I can't really tell, because mostly it was the book playing out in my head, not what I was doing.

So it started off being that New York kind of style art (you know, where peoples faces are triangular, and sometimes their yellow or purple or whatever?) and it was almost a very simple kind of board like book that you would read to a little kid, with simplistic pictures and that? But I knew that it was a novel type book.

So vaguely it was in the third person about me, but apparently I had some sex with a dude, and I got pregnant, but the only picture that would show on the page was this guy on the back of the bike, and me crying on the front (but he was driving).

So then the book went to where I was back at my house I suppose, and I lived with, my older sister? (note, I don't have an older sister, and this girl looked nothing like me, but I just knew she was my sister.but apparently we lived in an apartment complex because their were a couple other girls there that I talked to. This is where my dream changed from third person to first person. The girls and I were really into fashion, and so we all had very interesting clothes. And I had gotten into a fight with my sister, and we were giving back each others clothes, and she threw my shirt back at me, and it has like, this eyeball on it, and it was a seafoam green color, and I just set it back in her pile of clothes, and walked away. Well then, I found out that these other girls I was friends with, were pregnant too, and it just so happened to be all by the same dude. So we were pretty upset with him.

And as we got bigger and bigger, we realized we couldn't hide it from our school anymore. But we couldn't just stop showing up. So we devised a plan. A famous girl had once faked her suicide, because she had police friends that she set to investigate a person jumping off the building, when she threw a mannequin, with stage blood, and very realistic off this building. So we knew if we went to her, she could help us fake our suicide. So we were all on the way to go talk to her, and we realized we had this rash, and it was like little red bumps, and kind of looked like folliculitus. but it was all bruised where the bumps where, and it reached all the way down to my wrist, and I just started sobbing, I don't want it on my face, I cried.

And thats basically where my dream ended.

I looked some stuff up in my dream encyclopedia. All I found was kind of about faking and suicide. Which just noticed I was being false about harming myself. And I needed to say hello to the new me.

I think that just confused me more then ever.

Anyone want to help me out?