Just when you thought you're feeling great, your subconscious comes in and screws you over.
Had one of those psychological dreams again. I call them "psychological dreams" because they're not the killer/ghost/phobia type but they're enough to wake you when the horror sets in.
And now I realized that these dreams are much worse. You can wake up from the worst of the regular dreams shaking and crying but after a while when you realize how absurd it was, how unreal, you quickly forget the events of the dream itself, and you can go back to sleep. But psychological dreams are the worst. When you wake up, the feelings linger, they never go away, and you don't forget. Feelings that were there in the first place but you've repressed as a self-preserving mechanism.
What could be worse than dreams waking you up so that you could really see reality? The Sandman is pulling out the big guns. And truthfully, I don't know whether I should want to kill him or thank him.
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I know my entries are full of fragments, and that I specialize in run-on sentences. Strunk and White might disapprove. But... poetic license. For my sanity.
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