Concentrate
I had another dream last night. The second in god knows how long. Nothing like the first, but just as much of a mindfuck. Sometimes though I do wish the dreams wouldn't end. To go on forever in a constant daze of not knowing what's real or fake. But then my mind would take advantage of me and beat me senseless until I couldn't cry anymore. Sometimes though do I wish the crying would start before I woke up. Then at least I would know what to feel when I really did wake up. Instead I feel very distant from even myself because who knows what it is I'm trying to tell myself. I wonder what it's really like to sleep.