Dreaming.
If I can sleep at all, the dream, no matter the setting (tonight was a ski lodge small town, I've never been to such a place), somehow will end up with a series of events that culminate in a happily ever after, got back with the (now literal) girl of your dreams, yay "enjoying yourself?" asks the brain... but then the world gets dark... Literally and figuratively. Things start to seem off little by little, the music changes to creepy as everything is revealed to be a lie, a world of impostors... disfigured creatures pretending to be people I know and love. I get mad, I start wrecking the place, the camera on this third person awareness zooms out and just a flurry of dread-fueled anger just let's itself out upon the constructs of my tormented imagination. I thrash until I wake up, not thrashing... unless you count the beating of my heart.
Congratulations. You've slept a whole three hours. You don't have to get up for another five.












