#267: On dreams.
January 05, 2013
My dreams are becoming more and more fragmented of late. I can no longer tell which one ends and another starts. I can no longer differentiate between what really happened, or what I thought I wished would happen while I was drifting in between faint moments of consciousness. And because of this I feel as if I am abandoning my own mind on purpose; abandoning my ability to remember; ability to dream. I have never been so frustrated with myself.
1:11 a.m.