Oh to be Dreamless

[PrttyBrd]

Bad dreams.The worst kind really.The kind that linger when you're awakened drowning in anguished tears.It's been days and my heart still bears the wounds burned there by the images in my head.This time the nightmares weren't my own.Not the past and not a foreseeable future.Searching for meaning in the twisted and disturbing.There is none to be found.Sleep deprivation and hormones just sound like excuses.I feel somehow, stained.Marred forever by the morbid.Have you ever dreamt so real that it made you question your waking reality?Trying to shake it off, but it clings like tree sap to the soul.Easily aggravated by all things.Why can't we choose the things that we are numb to?So tired, and so very afraid to close my eyes.Our Fathers and Hail Marys to the rescue?It will keep my head busy until I fall asleep.That's the plan anyway.Wish me luck.