The nights of no sleep have finally caught up with me.
When I dream now it's become so vivid and life like that I'm having trouble distinguishing my two realities.
I wake up in a sweat usually, my heart pounding through my chest. This morning I had a dream my [dead] mom left a broken, ripped condom on a door handle for me. What the flickity fuck does that supposed to mean?
Oh, I'm sure I'll stay up all night trying to decipher this metaphorical dead mom condom dream.