Dreams
You know how when you sleep late, you remember your dreams? I just had the worst fucking dream ever, involving tornados. Tornados used to scare the crap out of me when I was like, 12. I probably haven’t had a tornado-related nightmare in years. It was fucking horrible.
Or maybe I have, because 350+ days out of the year I don’t remember a single thing about my dreams.
I’m trying to decide if I like it better that way. Now that I’ve been awake for an hour or so, the whole thing seems odly cathartic.
Ugh. Dreams.
