I just woke up from a super bad dream, and my best friend heard me crying through the door.... I had dreamt that I was on a team with actor Riz Ahmed

and we were tasked with making art for some project.

We sat at high white tables, and I noticed he was writing letters along with his art. In an effort to make the project cohesive, I looked at some of his letters.

One of them stopped me dead in my tracks. To the director: "Had I known that Brittany would have been on this project, I would have excused myself from it entirely."

I pushed it toward him in a huff, and he calmly put it back in his stack of papers and continued his art. I left that project.

I then found myself in a white room, and a semicircle of people had formed in front of me....

Everyone was pointing at me and saying all the things they hated about me. These were real people, starting with my cousins, and moving to my nuclear family, old coworkers, etc.

As the nightmare continued, a huge crowd of people gathered, pointing at me, spitting out hurled accusations and faults of mine..things they had long loathed about me.

With every verbal arrow, I collapsed further, with my hands over my face weeping, wishing they would stop. By the end I was just a little fetal ball, caved in on itself.

Even though the whole backdrop was white, it felt like The Colosseum.

My best friend heard me crying quietly and knocked on my door. He held me as I cried, only knowing at the time that I had had a bad dream.

The problem is that it feels so real. Going to try to shake this off, but I am having a hard time with this.