I dreamt I was in college and just moved into a dorm room, and there were 3 beds there, just one other roommate. She had a normal sized bed and despite there not being a third roomie my bed, I noticed, was significantly smaller. I was disconcerted and yet it felt nirmal that I should get the small bed.
It's kinda funny cuz it made me feel like the little bear on Goldilocks lol, but when I woke up, I was unbearably (pun not entirely intended) unbearably sad.

I've recently been diagnosed with complex ptsd, OCD, and depression and things aren't going well if that matters, my dr prescribed an rx my insurance is holding up on and so all I've had is Xanax at about three times the recommended dosage. I spent 48 hours on the bed about this weekend after semi od-ing on Xanax with alcohol. Life is hopeless at the moment, I'm like a dead person going thru the motions. Pardon my honesty.
I'm also struggling with intense rage at at least one person known to me who has thanked me for my friendship with years and years of backstBbing. I mean life altering backstabbing, the kind that ruins lives. I'm almost having homicidal thoughts of revenge and the thing is, I'm enjoying my rage, which is really not usually how I am. I'm enjoying hating this person. But my dream didn't reflect my hate, just a sense of loss.