why won't that damn creamcatcher work?

I'm playing catch-up on my blogs (*wrist slap*) and looking over April I think I wrote a lot about dreams. So I'll write about some recent doosies I've had.

Since I've moved here, it's becoming a usual thing to find myself in mid-yell while waking up from a nightmare. I'll finish the word that I started saying in the dream. In these last two dreams, the word was "Mom."

I hate it when the nightmare involves my dog because of how guilty I'd feel, since I dragged her all the way out to the East Coast. In this nightmare, she ran out of the apartment and into the street. My parents were visiting at the time and my mom was closest to catching Gizzy, so I called out "Mom!" Another thing I had in nightmares is that I freeze; I don't move from fright, which is one of the stupidest things to happen! So I stand there and watch my mom chasing Gizzy, except Gizzy is too fast and she gets hit by a car, brown and white fur flying through the air while blood spurts. She lands on the ground and tries to walk, but her leg is obvious broken. I have the thought that maybe she'll be okay, we just gotta get her to a vet, and I shout "Mom" again.
Waking up, I'm still shouting "Mom" and Gizzy has her face very close to mine with her paws on my chest. What a site to wake up to.

The other dream ended with me getting cut in the arm by some sharp plant and tons of dark red blood oozing out and all over the place. I try to keep quiet but there's so much blood that I finally have to shout for my mom.

So gory, so gory.