- lately my dreams have been somewhat lucid, i believe they are real, the details are there but from different times. I accidentally deleted the original list so i'm not bothering to write the details again.
- I dream every single detail. Details that I'm hard pressed to remember right now. The grain of wood. How many cups are on his kitchen counter. It's 2017 but it's 2014 me. I'm sweating and twitching, fighting to breathe. The flesh underneath my eyes wouldn't stop twitching and my jaw alternates between slack and tense. my lungs wouldn't rise as I needed them to but the lack of oxygen made the world beautiful. he nudges my face, my cheek with his bare foot. I struggle to look up.there was no point to this dream. just my brain reminding me that i was almost free once. but survival instincts kicked in. that day, i vomited on my self and the floor and then slowly slumped down into my vomit face first. stars sparkled.
- i dreamt this last night. i was looking for a wet towel and i knew for exactly what. the details are shitty and i wont fucking go over it again but its scary how it feels like every single molecule in my body remembers it. the taste and smell. the subtle fucking smell. the taste. the slow inhale and exhale. flick of the lighter and everything. fuck fuck fuck fuck. still haunting me.
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