I’m sick of my dreams. Lately they have been about the impossible, but they felt close enough to reality that they could have happened. Two previous ones were about parties in high school (I graduated high school 4 years ago why am I still dreaming about it?) however last night’s was about a relationship that never happened the way it did in the dream. I’m frustrated by this whole thing.
I want my outlandish dreams back, the kind where I am living in some alternate world with blasted landscape and destroyed buildings surrounded only by my friends. I want my strange, smokey, and slightly twisted dreams back. I sleep to escape reality not to see things that COULD have happened but never did.
