Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Dreams.

They are the killers of sanity.

Some people believe that having dreams can lead to a brighter future. They can give you something to look forward to. I'm not talking about the idealistic types of dreams. I'm in no way referring to the types of dreams that give hope that one day a man (or woman) can marry a llama without reproach from either species. No. I'm referring to the demonic nuggets of nocturnal mindfucks that sneak into your subconscious while you sleep.

Sure. Every once in a while you have a dream that leaves you feeling all great when you wake up. Maybe it was a dream about sunshine, lollipops and rainbows, or whatever it is that makes you happy. But let's be honest. On average, when you have a dream, it's either some confusing mess of garbled imagery that leaves you doubting your sanity, or something you can clearly understand WHY it made it into your head, but you kinda wish it hadn't.

Lately, my sleep schedule has been fairly regular. I usually pass out between midnight to 1am, and usually wake between 8am and 10am. However, the time in between that is usually filled with tossing and turning and a cluster-fusion of dreams that usually infect the next round of sleep with even more confusion. It doesn't do much for mental stability in the waking world.

Anyway, I've been having a lot of those dreams that I understand. I know why I'm having them, but I don't like that fact. I've got a lot of stuff on my mind. I'm pretty stressed. Sleep should be the time that I can escape all the bullshit of daily life. That doesn't seem to be the case anymore. At least I have video games to distract me for hours on end.



"So say we all..."