freaky dream.

Last night I didn't sleep very well. Or very much. Thoughts of returning to work kept me awake. But when I did sleep I had a really messed up dream. I decided to kill a man by giving him a pill. He stopped by my house to get a drink of water and I invited him in, gave him a glass of water and a pill, and sent him to the basement to die. When Jesse got home I told him I killed a guy and we should probably go to the basement to get rid of the body. We both grabbed garbage bags and went downstairs. When we got down there Jesse realized the guy wasn't dead. I was mad and said, "Well we better call 9-1-1 and now I'll have to turn myself in." Then the guy sat up and said, "what the fuck?" and got up and left. So I didn't call 9-1-1 but was still worried that I should probably turn myself in anyway.

That's all I remember. I don't know who the man was. And I don't know why I wanted to kill him. I don't think there was a reason. I just wanted to.

What's happening to me???