I keep on having new dreams every night and in it you concoct a new way of leaving me. And a new reason as to why. I must have woke up 5 times last night after taking 4 benadryls and passing out around 10pm. I woke up at 5 am and thought, "I've had enough of these dreams." And I was determined to not go back to bed. But then I realized the things I think are usually worse than any bad nightmare I have, so I gave up and went back to bed. Its 10am. In Connecticutt. This house is cold and huge. Multiple doors in each room leading to a new room or hallway or stairway leading to a different part of the house. I tried wasting time my trying to see where every door leads too. I gave up eventually. Too many doors. I feel sick. I can't stop feeling sick. I wondered where you went last night and if you were having fun. I need to get over this. It's not healthy.