Dreams are weird. Nothing can prepare you for what happens in them. No one knows the full truth of why we dream in the first place. But dear God why the hell do I need to have twenty different fucking dreams about me dying? Seriously I hate the cold sweat when you wake up and your breathing heavy. You can sometimes feel your heart beating in your ears so loudly that you aren't sure if you should go back to bed since you are uncertain that what happened in your dream was truly only a dream. Is that dream going to continue once you fall back asleep or are you actually going to get some form of sleep? I have been feeling like crap dealing with these crazy dreams. Now don't get me wrong I'm still getting
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Non-FictionI don't know what this is. There is only one tag because I don't really want anyone to read this, I need a space to write and get things out. I really don't know where I am at the moment in my life anymore so I'm going to try something to help me.
