—At Least, I’m Pretty Sure I Do. It Feels Like I Do. When I Wake-Up Wake-Up, I’m Exhausted. Regardless Of How Long I’ve Laid There, I’m Exhausted.
It Doesn’t Make Sense.
I Remember My Dreams… …All Of My Dreams.
My Dreams Are (put mildly) Simply Fu*ked-Up.
Period.
They’re Wild.
They’re Vivid.
They’re Crazy.
They’re Awesome.
They’re Dangerous.
They’re Beautiful.
They’re Horrid.
They’re Amazing.
They’re Disturbing.
All At The Same Time.
If Our Dreams Are A Reflection Of Ourselves, Our True Selves, Then I Sincerely Haven’t A Clue As To What To Say Next.
Perhaps I Sincerely Shouldn’t Have A Clue As To What To Say Next.
I Already Feel Like An “Odd Duck” In Many MANY Ways, So I Just Hope That, In This Instance, I’m No More Odd Than The Rest Of You.
Dreams Are A Very Funny Thing, My Peeps.
Sometimes, I Wish They’d Come True.
Sometimes, I Pray They Don’t Come True.
Sometimes, I Know They’re Going To Come True Whether I Want Them To Or Not.
Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes.
Sheesh.
Let The Day Begin, Already.
Time, Brother, You’re Holding Me Up.
I’ve A Place To Go…
…A Person To See…
…A Life To Live.
Right, Kids?!
RIGHT!!!—
"You Jivin' Me, Turkey?" 