Crazy dream.

So...I had this crazy dream last night, where I woke up crying. (not good)

Okay, this is going to seem extremely strange, (it's strange to me too) I was in a nursery school, in a extremely white Marilyn-Monroe-style dress, trying to convince the teacher there that my Grandpa was a 10 year old girl, we put nail polish on him and all this crap, kinda funny, but strange. I think we were trying to convince the teacher because otherwise she would kill my Grandpa (not good) Anyways, I was hiking this little 3-5 year old boy on my hip and he started to play with the toys on the ground, and while I was fitfully trying to convince the teacher, I looked around to check on him, and I looked at his chest, and there was blood, just completely soaking the shirt...I don't know why, but I guess there was paper on taped on his chest, and that was extremely sopped in blood. So, I scooped him up, and tried to figure out where the blood was coming from, I couldn't find the source, and I was getting scared, because the blood was getting to be a very dark red, which meant his red blood cell count was way too high, and that scared me. He wasn't crying, but he looked nervous. I told my Grandpa to pretty much fend for himself, and left to go find someone with a car...

Okay, so this is the weird part, I knew my friends prom was going on, and I knew my Dad was going to be there. I knew it was across the highway (I really felt like I was in a movie or something, haha) So, I ran, in heels, carrying this kid who was starting to whimper a little bit, and ran across the highway, to the building where my friend was having their prom, found my Dad, and told him that we had to leave right then...all of the sudden my Dad started to whine, and complain, acting like he didn't want to help me do anything, coming up with five-year-old lines, "do we have to?" or "I don't wanna..." I knew he wasn't going to help me, so I started running to find a hospital...

I don't remember actually getting there, I remember stopping for a second, and looking down at my dress, and seeing that it was completely soaked in red, everywhere. I remember looking at the face, and seeing him pass out in my arms... the rest of the dream I was in the waiting room, ready for a doctor to tell me sad news, and I was crying, and I woke up.

Ever feel like a dream is so real? I really feel like I remember holding him, feeling the blood everywhere, freaking out, and asking people to help me, and nobody helped. It sucked. Oh-my-gosh it sucked.