I've been having these ridiculously scary dreams lately. I wake up in a cold sweat, usually around 3 am, and immediately race to consult my "dream book"...which is this torn up ancient ass book I stole from my grandma years ago. It's so old that the type on the pages are starting to smudge together. All the dreams have the same theme. They're all about "loosing my identity". Or "battling against falsehood." Lots of masks, robberies, and beheadings. It's really fascinating stuff. I consulted my doctor. I thought for sure I'd be able to get some prescription sleeping pills out of the deal at least. He advised me that the nightmares are coming from stress and anxiety, and that the pills would only add to that. And to not drink alcohol before bed. And to meditate and exercise and shit. Which to me is the biggest Catch-22 i ever heard of. I'm stressed, so I drink and worry. I get nightmares from the stress. So I can't sleep. So I...
You didn't think death would stop me from talking your ear off did you?