Dreams of me and you
Apparently my subconscious fucking hates me because last night was the second time in as many weeks that I've had this dream with the same basic principle. The principle is that John is dead. He's in the dream, and I can see him and touch him and talk to him, but I know he's dead. And this is not a good thing to wake up to, especially in that first terrible moment where you think what you've dreamed is real. I woke up with my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest, completely terrified. I hate you too, brain, I hate you too.
ANYWAY THAT'S DEPRESSING FOR REALS. Hnnnrgh. Also I seem to have developed some antisocial tendencies lately. I need someone to drag me out of the house, man oh man.
ANYWAY THAT'S DEPRESSING FOR REALS. Hnnnrgh. Also I seem to have developed some antisocial tendencies lately. I need someone to drag me out of the house, man oh man.