Wow.
I'm fooling myself, of course. Sitting here acting like I'm in control of things for a change. Pretending so hard that I have a choice, and then actually believing it.
Anyway, my dreams these last eight days have all been the same. Oh, not exactly the same - the details vary - but the theme stays the same.
In my dreams, I'm so happy. But then, all of a sudden, something happens, and I want to die. Sometimes, in my dreams, I get to die, but usually not. Usually I just want it, but I wake up instead. I suppose that waking up from a dream is a form of death, at least for the dream version of myself.
And they're not really all that disturbing, as nightmares go. I know it probably seems that way to someone reading about how I want to die and stuff.
But they really are just dreams, after all. A consequence of the random firing of neurons which my sleeping brain tries to interpret. Usually with some current events thrown into the mix for context, and maybe some metaphors for added color and intrigue.
I'm in a mood right now, of course. Lying to myself, saying that everything's going to be okay. Which is ludicrous, seeing as how I don't even know what okay means anymore. I mean, maybe this is it, glaring at my phone, waiting for that little red light to illuminate. Maybe this is okay.
Wow, the damn thing just lit up. It's so pretty.
I always heard that, if you die in your dreams, you die in real life. Hmm...zombie Dave!
posted by: NakedGirl | April 1, 2009 12:15 AM
That might explain a lot.
posted by: dave | April 1, 2009 7:44 AM