Dreamless Nights Are Not For Me......

I'm whisked off to a platform that is slowly rising up. Falling upon it I am slow to stand. All around me are fragments and memories, words, songs, people. They start to spin around me, swirling, twirling, dancing before my eyes. One by one they come into focus, and as soon as I start to remember where they took place, they disappear, only to leave me with another image. My mind hurts from not remembering. I know that if they would just let me look for one my second I could remember, but they always fly away. I want so badly to remember. Higher my platform climbs, faster my dreams spin, soaring up in a dizzy wave, I become engulfed. My dreams reel forward, intent on the kill.

That is how I sometimes feel, when I wake up. My dreams leave me troubled, and wondering if there is someone trapped inside me, trying to take over my life. I woke up this morning crying. I couldn't even remember why. I didn't know where I was. I layed there in my bed, confused, wondering what I was, and then, floating up from the depths of my memory came an image. A girl who looked very much like me was lying on a concrete sidewalk, sprawled across as if she had been thrown down. Her right leg was crumpled grotesquely and bleeding, her hands were scraped raw. She was crying.

I was crying because she was crying. It was very scary, that thought. My dreams are so intense that they take over my life, or that's what it seems like. I hate waking up and not knowing where I am, or who I am.

I think it's time for some breakfast, and also some non-stop Effect Radio listening too, my iPod is also an alternative.