I know it's obnoxious to post about dreams, but I'm still really bummed out about last night's one.
→[More:] Very quickly - I'd been sentenced to death for something, I'm not sure what, and in my dream I was living out the final day. I wasn't in jail or anything - I was just expected to turn up for my execution. So I was trying to see people to say goodbye, and nobody really seemed to care that much. Like they were: "bummer, dude" but that's about it. And so I kept trying to reassure myself in my dream that it would be OK because it would only be a few seconds until I wasn't aware of anything anyway but it was really awful. The worst bit is I kept waking up and falling back into the same dream without really being aware it was a dream. I woke up for good at 7, shaking. Gah. Anyway, it's been playing on my mind, so I'm trying to purge it here.