Is it over?

I'm back home now after a week at living with my sister's friend. I've been home for three days now and so far I've had two nightmares and one weird-as-fuck-dream. Although the nightmares were pretty bad, they were on the level that I'm used to having (I've had nightmares almost every night for as long as I can remember) so I think the worst is over. I'm going to continue my writing and other things finally--as the computer there was a laptop from 2004--and hopefully finish something this weekend.
Hang tight dearest readers, for Fussan isn't dead yet.

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[Mosqueefo]

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its all ogre now

[Psycho]

What was the weird-ass one about?

[Fussan]

2562835 It was like having ten dreams at the same time. There were ten different stories--at least--and they were either all playing at once or I could only follow one for a few minutes before a different one showed up. Strangely enough I was aware it was a dream, but even though I knew it was a dream I decided to stay asleep to find out how it ended.
After hours of watching ten different story lines flash through my head I was left on a sort of empty plane where I was surrounded by gray mist for a few minutes before waking up. The strangest part about it was that I was watching ten different "me"s live through ten different lives, and even though I could see everything they--or I--was doing, they were all unaware of each other and me--the "me" me.
I was living through the eyes of ten different versions of myself, each living some strange life; one was sneaking through some fields to avoid something--I have no idea what; another was eating with his family, but the family wasn't Human; and one of them was laying on a medical table being operated on, and I was inside the other me's dream, which was about a werewolf-cat thing that's bones were so big the skin was stretched to shape them, trying to escape the thing while it chased me down a dark and endless hallway.
It was sort of surreal, made to feel even more so because I somehow knew that I was dreaming, but had no control over what happened in the dream. It was like watching a movie, only Hellish.

Honestly, this dream was nothing compared to some of the other ones I've had. But that's another story for another time.

I'm almost done with the new chapter.