I'm getting tired of dreaming. Another night of a dream hitting me right
in my anxiety. Last night was more BS about friends being their bizarro
world opposites, and something about buying a moving truck. Maybe
I was moving into the house of the occultist that I dreamed about the night
before (after my more horrible nightmares). I don't remember the last
night I didn't have an upsetting dream. *grumble*
I'm not sure what my brainmeats are trying to process. I think it's just
the time...this time last year was epic stressors. Maybe it's just
echos of that. I don't know. I just know that sleep is not my friend
right now.
Can't I just dream of a cyclopean city rising from the depths, or a serial
killer with knives for fingers, or a guy with a snake head. Or, more me,
falling behind the walls and running from zombies. (reoccuring nightmare
I had as a little kid). So much better than the current set. Oh well,
it will pass eventually. Talk to you all later.