Why I Shouldn't Play Games Late at Night

So the last few nights I've been up late playing WoW with a good friend, who in fact is the reason I'm playing anyway. He started a character on the area I'm at a little while after I did so that we can play together and so while he was trying to catch up, I've been trying to get really far ahead, but as he's immensely better than me, and I have zero mouse control, he managed to pass me and is now waiting on me.

So last night, the area I was in has a bunch of snakes and dinosaur like creatures that are basically, velociraptors. I had to kill a bunch and catch a bunch of snakes. Now see here's the thing with me and snakes. Even looking at pictures and the fake computer generated ones make me look like this.

I just really hate snakes. So after a night of dealing with this on the game, I made it to bed around 3am. And had the scariest dream that I have had in freaking forever. I don't even know.

So what I remember about it was that I was stuck on an island with a friend, and a group of unrecognizable faces and such. There were palm trees everywhere. And I believe some pine trees as well. From the get go I was scared.

I'm not sure how I got there nor what was going on. I started just running around like an insane person not knowing what to do and looking for my friend cause I could just feel that he was there somewhere. I knew I should probably find him.

While running around looking for him, I found something else. A freaking Tyrannosaurus Rex. Another point about me. In real life, I'm a slow and horrible runner. It's more like watching a penguin waddle than it is running. Now in a dream. It's of course even worse. Upon meeting a T. Rex, I knew what was coming and that it'd be worse. Scared to heck I knew I had to get away but I didn't see the point as I knew the running would be bad. I then had the passing thoughts of stay still, it can't see you. I chose to run like heck. Way to go dreaming me. Great decisions you make. 

So I'm fast waddling through the forest from the T. Rex when I get pulled into a grove by my friend. He's with a huge group of people including my dad. The T. Rex apparently couldn't figure out what happened cause he just wandered away. We all kinda stood around trying to figure out how we got there and then started walking until we found this house. 

Inside we found a woman that was there researching I don't know what. She agreed to let us stay but the men in the group had to go outside and keep a patrol. I was freaking out because I was so sad that my dad was out there and worried about him. We discovered that she had a basement that was really protected and safe in case something happened to the upper levels. I was sitting in the kitchen when two guys started fighting. They decided to solve it by having one guy slice the hand of the other with a small pocket knife. 

Horrible idea. So the guy with the bleeding hand tries to go outside but the women all yell at him to stay inside cause the T. Rex will smell the blood. He stops just in time but places his hand on a branch that everyone just noticed sticking through the open window. Everybody just stares at it. 

And then we run like heck to the basement yelling for the men to come inside. We feel the house start to shake and I'm near a basement window that doesn't seem very safe and I can see his skin. I start freaking out and this is when I woke up. It was kinda dark in the room and I figured it was early but I couldn't move. I could feel my body trying to fall asleep but my mind wouldn't let me. I just laid there scared out of my mind too afraid to fall back into the dream. 

So after checking the time and realizing I still had a half an hour before I had to get up to shower. I got up to shower. I texted my friend for some moral support during my time of need but alas. He was asleep. I showered and watched Glee to feel better. The only thing that comforted me? 

At least I didn't wake up to a zombie apocalypse.