The only thing I've been drawing lately is really morbid....I've been having these morid dreams, and then, in the morning, I'll want to draw them... All this week, I'll dream... like just a bunch of dead bodies people I don't know... and then a dead body of someone I really care about.....or like seeing people I love, commit suicide...and then last night, I saw scars. Like scars on arms of people cutitng themself, allthough I could not make out the faces, I could see the scars and then they lifted their shirt, there were more scars, a lot of scars going which ever way, some deep, some scratched. But then I woke up in a cold sweat. I drifted off back to sleep, and I had another horrible dream. I had a dream of Sally dying. I saw her stand in the midle of the road, waiting to be run over so she can be put out of her misery....and all I could do was stand on the side walk and watch her die, emotionless, as if my turn was next. To go out into the street and end my life....in the dream, I then fought the funeral place to make her look like herself. I wanted her in her skirt and just one of her skirts. It was so sureal being at Sally's funeral and looking down at her casket and seeing her....I then woke up and realized it was 5:40. I stayed awake, not wanting to go back to the dreams untill my mom came downstairs at 6 to wake me up....I wanted to draw her, I wanted to draw Sally dead, lying there in the casket. I wanted to draw those scars....