Gag, Swallow, Repeat

Every four hours I take more pills. They are an eery orange that glows from within, as if they are harboring something destructive, even though the outside package says, "cold medication".

I'm sitting here, listening to my beloved Effect Radio and smiling. Or at least, I'm trying to smile, my throat is all sore from it's midnight coughing, and I can't smell anything through my nose except the obnoxious reeking smell of mucus.

I had the weirdest dream, it was very surreal, with the thought of me dying being a reoccurring subject. I have shards of memories from my dreams when I wake up, and one of them was of me, hanging on to the edge of a ice cliff thing. I was walking along the edge, which was not very much. But I remember that if I looked down, the ledge that my feet were gripped to would disappear. I'd still remain clinging to the side of the cliff though, which was very weird.

So, as long as I didn't look down I was fine, and remained gripping the side of the ice. I also remember thinking, "I should be doing something else" and then I crawled back to where I had started and nimbly jumped off. Before my feet even hit the edge of the safe spot (otherwise known as not the edge of a giant ice rock) the icy cliff I had just been standing on fell off into the great abyss below. I remember looking over and watching as if fell down, down, down, all the while thinking, "if I had been on that I would have died" then I went off and did something else weird in my very strange dream.

Well, I have writing club that meets tonight, so I'm off to write something awe-inspiring and awesome. Or maybe I should just stick with, something on the verge of not-being-lame.