And the nightmares begin…

I rarely dream. I daydream always but dreams at night are rare. When I do dream they are so amazing that when I wake up I repeat them in my mind so I can remember them.

The last few nights I've woken up in a cold sweat trying to erase them from my memory.

Dreams of death…I know from Minnee that this is usually a sign of rebirth in the dreamland world but that shit isn't helping me today.

I got up at 9:30 this morning…it's fucking Saturday…I'm at least a nooner sleeper on the weekends but my mind just won't rest today.

Makes me want to go and get another tattoo for some reason. Hmmm….