I had a dream last night that has messed with me all day today. Well, it's more like a dream, within a dream, within a dream and so on. It always starts out with something semi vivid and realistic but obviously not my life. Then, I "wake up" and start my day with my normal routine. Then something happens. I begin having intense flashback after flashback until I can't take it anymore and blow my brains out. I "wake up" again back at the mental hospital thinking that I've been there the entire time and I try to escape because I'm scared. I get hit by a car and "wake up" again. Out of no where I'm outside of a Walgreen's with a gun hidden in my lap like I've been daydreaming or something. Then, it's like I can't stop myself and the sick part of me feels good as I enter the store and shoot everyone I see. Then, I shoot myself and "wake up" for the final time and I'm back in a situation where my PTSD originates from. Sometimes it takes place in my present day life, other times when it actually happened. After it's done, I finally actually wake up. I'm so convinced it's a dream that I begin trying different techniques to wake me up and when that doesn't happen I have to convince myself I'm not dreaming. In all of these dreams but the first one and "at the store" someone always tells me that it is real and I'm convinced it is. I've had dreams like these so many times in the past two months that I go through my day believing I'll "wake up" at some point. It's exhausting to say the least. I hate it.