I don't often remember my dreams. This morning I woke up into a dream where I was waking up in my bed. I realized that the north and west walls in my room had transformed into a plexiglass and that there were no doors anymore. There was some crazy straight guy yelling at me for not thinking that his girlfriend was hot and how I was never going to get out. I picked up a heavy claw hammer and was banging uselessly against the walls as he screamed. But just as I woke up I had realized that the claw side could break through and the spiderweb cracks were spreading as I was breaking through and getting ready to attack the screamer.
Don't you hate it when your brain informs you that you aren't dealing as well as you thought?