What happens when your dreams tell you of the things you fear? That little secret that you never wanted to come to terms with. What do you make of a violent dream - one that ends with an assortment of everything that you would like to keep in the closet with the rest of the skeletons?
Waking up uncertain if your cries are audible. Feeling your heart pound and that heart-wrenching pain that follows. Curling into a smaller ball and wishing the bed would swallow you whole.
Then, the bliss that forgetting brings.
Until memory kicks in and you remember the parts that slices through you.
Why would a dream be that vivid? Is it the story of our suppressed emotions? Damn you, Freud. Why couldn't you come out with more substantial theories?
The realization that it is just a dream but unable to change or manipulate your emotions. Is this connected to the dark circles under the eyes? The break out that suspiciously tells of unacknowledged stress? Why, then, do you crave for sleep so much?
Sweet dreams tonight.
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