What causes nightmares? Stress? Unresolved conflicts? Burritos?
I had one Wednesday night.
A nightmare, I mean....and a burrito. But I digress.
The details are a little foggy. I remember a cottage, a bunch of people I referred to as family (even though they did not resemble a single relative of mine or Corey's), and a lady in a yellow shirt. Everyone was randomly roaming this cottage, looking for something, cleaning up, getting ready to swim in a nearby lake while I was being chased.