This afternoon I had some really horrible dreams that even after waking up I thought it was real and it was just some repressed memories.

In the first dream I was shooting a movie back in high school and it turned out that I killed one or two people (even though I don't know or forget how). So I was trying to hide their corpses and I felt guilty. I mean it, after waking up somehow I really did think it just might have been real and I thought it was some kind of repressed memories.

In the second one I dreampt about college graduation, and how we were having our last day of classes in the school, and I was feeling sad and for the closure. At the end we gathered outside of a classroom realizing that it was the end of the last class and we were all kind of appreciating each other. I even initiated a handshake with Ivory, God knows how sorry I feel for her.

So I woke up, and I knew why I dreamed about them.