I keep having nightmares, although today was the exception. I finally got about 8 hours of undisturbed, quiet sleep.

Yesterday tho... it was just plain bad. Not the dreams. I had a job interview yesterday, so the night before I was unable to actually sleep. I kept waking up, I was half asleep the whole time. Restful sleep eluded me.

And the dreams... Scraps of weird stuff, a kaleidoscope of puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit. I was a man, I was a woman, I was a thing, shiny and cold and metallic, I killed stuff and saved people and I made sand cookies in a sandbox at the seashore under a scarlet sky, skeletons floating in the putrid seawater, humans, trying to reach me, made of sand melted by moisture and pouring on the ground like a hourglass.

Once I was Iron Man, saving Captain America from some weird crimson mist, only next time, I watched his expression crumble with hurt at my betrayal when I shot him full of lead, with clean, point-blank shots into his stomach.

I wonder why I keep having disjointed weird dreams like these.