Hello, it's me again

I had a nightmare. For years, now, my only bad dreams have been pretty benign, or hard to understand, like I'm yelling at someone and kicking them, or like something vague is chasing me and I don't know what. Then I wake up and think, that was another one of those. But this one was entirely new. It was weird, and also kind of vague, so when I tried to write it down this morning the real details that came up were pink parfait and plaid shirts. But it went on and on, and I woke up, and I thought: that was scary. That is scary. What if it's true? That was absolutely new, I have never had a bad dream like that one before. And I was a little in awe of my own self, for being able to come up with something to scare me like that.