the dreams,

they just never stop. it's scary how intricate and complex they are. how my mind has sorted out every little nitty-gritty detail with proper rationale and logic. the time lines are sensible, the stories that unfold while i'm deep in slumber have little dots in them. each that can be connected back to my conscious life, disturbingly so. the thought of awaking and facing reality was terribly unimaginable. that's how i managed to sleep 17 hours straight with no trouble at all.