another dream..well, sort of.

there's this reoccurring dream i've had for most of my life. but it's not really a dream, because i'm awake. every once in a while, i tend to wake up thinking that i'm trapped somewhere and i have to escape. every single time i get out of my bed and then open the door and try to escape from this unknown jail. sooner rather than later, i come to and realize that i'm in my home and that i was in my bed and that i was just well, dreaming? sleep walking? not too sure, but whatever i was doing, i was doing. so last night i got it again. this time i never left my bed but still confused on where i was. i sat up in my bed in the dark, trying to figure out how i got there. where to go. how to get out. what the h, e double hockey sticks is going on. i looked around my room and remember thinking how everything looked so familiar. i look over to my computer and remember thinking what a nice little office that person has here. i don't remember coming to, all i remember is that i laid back down. next thing i knew i woke up this morning. i must've fell asleep trying to plan out my escape plan.