I'm having serious nightmares

The shock has mostly passed. One of the better things about being me is that I have selective memory. I can, at will, erase or preserve certain memories. During finals, my brain temporarily retains information, but come summer vacation, it is a place where useful information is lost forever and never found. For this particular incident, I did some damage control by forceful erasing. Thanks to my abilities, my recollection of that night is now draped thick with a haze. When I do get flashes, I wonder if it actually happened; it feels like I'm remembering something out of a dream.

Still, inevitably, I throw up a little bit in my mouth.