Last night...I was BURIED ALIVE. In a pile of corpses. I'm pretty sure if it's possible to almost vomit in your sleep, that's about the state I was in.
State of sheer panic. I couldn't move, couldn't scream. Nothing.
I woke up sweating...and panicking. At 5:00 a.m.. Fuck.
My brain is trying to give me a heart attack...or a stroke...or something. Sometimes I wonder if I have this weird sick sixth sense. Ugh. I've had enough of this.
A good dream would be nice for once.
Song of the day: "Down In The Valley" The Head and The Heart ("lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways")
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