I started sleeping on Nathan’s futon, I’ve been having non-stop gruesome, self-deprecatory dreams that are disturbing and torturesome to the mind. (the = my)
Then again, my dreams are always exceedingly disturbing. My brain will take away all that is mine and make me watch, while flashing problems on the side such as a tooth bleeding incessantly with marine-like growths spewing from the blood mess…
I used to keep a little journal of my dreams when I was 11 or so. I stopped because dreams/nightmares became too prevalent, and trying to pry the bad experience from my thoughts just didn’t seem very productive.
Still, the reason I sit here this morning writing about this, is because I’m getting a little fed up, what with the dream I had last night. I mean come on. I’m not even worrying about those things these days and my brain makes me sit through an entire feature film of the complete antithesis of everything I stand for. …and it is very painful.