I've been having bad dreams lately. Not the Nightmare-on-Elm-Street kind...just the weird-bad ones, where I'm screaming before a wake up, and wake up almost screaming until I remember soon enough that there's nothing to scream about. There's nothing gory or awful in any of the dreams, no blood or guts...just a constant, suffocating sense of constantly being alert and wired and..."worried" I guess? Most times I've fallen asleep this week, I've woken up with the sense that I just walked through a creepy haunted house. But not the crappy ones where you can clearly see the tape holding up the walls...more like the ones there you have to shrug yourself off when you walk away to remind yourself that it was all fake anyway.
...or something like that, I think.
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