Sleep and death

Here's the death part of that title:
On my way home.. just now... someone ran a red light on a main street, and almost hit me. LUCKY for me, I wasn't driving my normal 'lets get there' pace, and took my time getting off of the green. This guy/gal was going full speed down the main road (45-50mph) and was only 30-40 feet from me. Thankfully I was looking that way, and promptly stopped in the middle of the lane. They slammed on their brakes and swerved, missing me..but not by much... there was NO way they could come to a stop at that speed. Thankfully they kept control of their car. Needless to say, if I hadn't of stopped, I would be dead right now. Uuuuggghhhh. Maybe I just shouldn't be driving or something.

On a lighter note!
Sleep is WWWAAAAYYYYY better. And so are the dreams.
Last night I dreamed that Sarah and I went to this hospital to get a friend of ours, Gwen. For some reason, she was being held in the psychiactric ward (against her will). Sarah waited in this waiting room area while I snuck in and grabbed Gwen. Me doing so set off an alarm of some kind. We made our way back down the main hallway. At the main intersection, I saw a doctor looking at us, and then looking across the way where the alarm was sounding. I grabbed Sarah by the other hand and we all started running... with the doctor perusing us. There was no one else around, cause it was really late at night.
We made it out the front doors and into the parking lot, where the van was parked (my parents van). But the doctor and some other fellow who I hadn't seen had caught up with us. He was young, and had his head fully shaved to hide some early balding. And really fit. I didn't get a good look at the other guy.
It was appearent that they were there to kidnap us. We had a little bit of a stand off, not sure how to approach the situation. I pointed out the fact that the odds were against us, with these guys being big and fit. One against three would be more fair, but two against three...there was no way we could make it.
For some reason, I was holding a big, thick book in my hands (I think something to do with astronomy) and started whacking the doctor with it, yelling at Sarah and Gwen to run with the distraction. He soon over took me, knocking the book to the street and grabbing me.

Then I woke up.... to pee.

When I went back to sleep, it continued.. which is crazy rare for me. I actually slowly slipped back into it:
I was passed out on a floor, with dimly lit lights flickering haphazardly above me... making a 'zzzt' sound with every flick. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up.
I can't remember so well what the roomed looked like, but I do remember some metal standing shelves behind me... with books on them.
The doctor who nabbed me turned into Dr. Incredible. He was talking to me about how I needed to do more to get myself grounded into myself... and one of the ways was to sit with my knees pulled up to my chin, and wrap my arms around my legs while someone bigger wrapped their arms around me (like a hug, essentially..sitting down). I gave him a look like I wanted him to help me, and he picked up on it. And we just sat there, with him holding me in this arms. If felt fantastic.

And then I woke up..or don't remember anything else.
Time to make more dreams!
(Appointment with Nick in the morning)

Oh! And I had a session with Linda today. We actually worked on the whole thing with me wanting a male companion SO badly.. and how that's really actually a detriment to me. Awesome progress, to say the least. Learning to be content with 'now'. And clearing away the fog that that yearning had created within me.