Damn these dreams

So I've already bitched about being sick so I wont get into that again (or did I just get into it?). But I've been having some really really fucked up dreams the past couple of nights. For instance: me and my dad are hanging off the sides of a orange van that is speeding down a hill with no driver, I climb on the roof and push the drivers window down (with ease.. naturally). So my dad gets inside through the window and takes control of the van. But instead of stopping it (which he did do at stop signs) he keeps us barreling down the road. Suddenly there is no more road and we're flying through a cemetery towards some huge tombstones. I jump off the van because I know there is no way we can avoid them, and my dad smashes into one. After rolling on the ground for like a mile I get up unhurt and run back to find the van to be the size of a toy siting on top of one of the stones, but my dad is still inside. SO i pick it up (the entire van) and I know that my dad is dead, but I try talking to him anyways. Then a tear comes out of his eye and he says "I love you bud, you make me and your granddad proud."

I woke up in a cold sweat, and god fucking damnit, that was fucked up and freaky. I couldn't sleep for hours after that. When I did I was being chased by cartoon ninjas throwing hundreds of shurikens at me while I was running away through some department store. How the hell does my brain come up with this stuff? I need a lobotomy