Nyquil

so, i've been sick. and i'm not a big fan of medicine, so i rarely take anything. but i haven't been sleeping much recently, so for the last two nights i've gone drinking with nyquil. sure, it helps me breathe more easily and knocks me out for a good couple of hours. however, it also screws with my dreams ... and last night did not disappoint. i don't remember much, but i do recall the following scene from which i awoke clutching my comforter and my heart racing.

i was staying in a hotel, in a tropical place. but the room in which i was staying, belonged to a friend of mine. so, it was like i was crashing at a friend's house, but in a hotel. my friend owned a dog. a big dog. i walked out onto the porch ... for some reason. and as i turned to go back inside, i heard snarling. the dog had broken through the sliding glass doors and was actually gnawing on a huge piece of glass, just staring at me. at this point in the dream, i was now, of course, eye level with the dog ... as if i was coming up through a trap door in the floor of the porch. then the dog lunged and bit into my neck. and he didn't let go. if i moved, i knew he'd rip my throat out ... but how long could i sit/stand there with this dog hanging off my neck? so, i sat/stood there shaking until i woke up.

so, after waking up, feeling my neck to see if it's still there, i, of course, had to think about this dream and figure out why the dog attacked me in the first place. i had a feeling that when i first met the dog, he was nice ... but that because i was entering the house from someplace other than the front door, he was alarmed. and felt he had to kill me? yeah, i don't get it either.

i hate nyquil.

edited for incorrect grammar and misspellings. nyquil does more than give me bad dreams. it makes me an idiot.