My Field of Paper Flowers

I had a wonderful and peaceful night of sleep last night, albeit very short. Then once I come back from breakfast I decide to take a little nap to tide me over. Then, of course, I have a dream.

And he was in it, oh why did he have to be in it?

In the dream, I remember this because as soon I was in my Air Force class, I spent the next 30 minutes writing every little detail could recall, I had just gone back to my room. My roommates were being loud so I went outside on the galleries, and their were two boys already out there, sitting. We'll just call them R and O cause while they didn't have names, for some reason I knew which company they were in. Well I sat down and R was about 4 feet to my left and O was about 4 feet to his left. All of the sudden, this hysterically angry girl dressed in something pea green comes running up to R followed by a senior on guard or the OD, someone with a sword. She pulls out a pistol and points I at R. (I honestly know exactly where this came from, one of my teammates is dating a crazy He tells her, "You won't." She replies with something along the lines of, "Well how about this?" Then she turns, O had just gotten up and had just begun to run when she pulled the trigger. I don't think he was dead, just that he quit moving. She turned back to R and I was frozen, too afraid to move. By now cadets had come out onto the galleries. Eventually, someone from my company creeps up to me and tells me to run. I get up and dash behind the letter. I collapse and begin to shake. And then he's there. This is where the dream starts to become foggy, but I remember picking me up and setting my head in his lap. And he just strokes my head and comforts me. Then it gets really weird and we are like instantly in a park or something (my alarm was going off at this point, I could hear it in my dream so that's probably why it got weird.) 

That was a fun slap to my sanity which I so desperately clinging to as it is.

I have my photoshoot tomorrow so I can't afford to not be all there mentally. If I do well, I'm going to do a boudoir (lingerie, bedroom, corsets, essentially sexiness) photoshoot with her. I can't fuck this up. I can't.  

I wish I could go deeper into discussing this, but there is nowhere near enough time for me to even scratch the surface.

I'll probably delve deeper into this tonight, I doubt I'll be able to sleep much.