Struggles, and Struggles

I am just struggling right now, I feel just numb and can't breathe, I am in the Finals Stage. Oh how I loathe Finals. The other night I had a really really strange dream, I had dreamt that I was in A Triathlon, (this was probably on my brain, cuz recently my teacher Sis. Bettinger went on a Triathlon somewhere in Utah a few weeks ago) I was dreaming that I did this Triathlon, I went Rock Climbing, Then I swam, then I had to bike. The weird part well few weird parts of this dream is that I am never ever going to do a Triathlon, I have no desired to ever do one. And the other weird thing is, is that while I was rick climbing or biking, My phone would ring and I would just stop doing whatever I was doing and I would answer my phone. It was a voice that was like, Why did you do this to me? And I would say I dunno what you are even talking about. Who is this and no answer, it sounded like my sister, and I have been feeling bad for turning her phone off, which had to be done. Anyway, and so I was like I don't know what you are talking about. Then I would go on doing this Triathlon. So weird. But the reason I am writing about this dream is when I woke up the next day. I hurt soo bad. Oh so bad, My back was killing me, and so were my arms and legs. I felt muscles that I haven't felt in a while. So my body literally thought that I was doing this race. So weird. Then That night I was going to bed and I was rubbing my legs and my arms cuz I was so still and I was so sore. I cried all day because of just hormones and girly crap. Oh yeah that was fun I am not supposed to even start my period and that started also. Because I am doing finals and so stressed. Well then when I was rubbing my legs, then I looked down at both my legs, and both my legs had some huge bruises. I went in and showed my mom and she said that sometimes our minds think that a dream will be true and that it really happened and the body will really react to that. And My legs are covered in bruises. So weird. And I have just been struggling with depression, because my sister Wendy still won't talk to me. I have to get over it. I know I do. I am going to talk to my bishop tomorrow between classes he works in the Book Store.