dreams

Saturday, August 6, 2011

My dreams have been sick as hell lately. Unusually memorable and sick as hell. They have been relentless for at least a month now.

Most of them aren’t nightmares and occasionally they’re silly, but many nights I find myself purposely waking up in an attempt to end them. They’re just making me think about things and people that I don’t want to think about. It sucks to go to sleep right now. It’s like I’m trying to do sick therapy on myself without a license to practice while unconscious.

So I will catch up on some blog reading, complain about my dishwasher not working, and eat Cheerios until I put on sweatpants and go to Walmart at 5:30am on a Saturday. Great.