My best time lately has been spent..
In my dreams.
I can't tell you all of what happened in them. But, I know that when I managed to wake up.. I didn't want to. I was told, you are tired. But, I know that's not it. I just know that something in there, was comforting. I didn't want to let it go, ever. I wish I could tell you what it was. Even though I never broke my cycle of waking up in spans of two to three hours segments.. I easily fell back into that lull. Just as though I never even awakened from it. Even now, I wish I could go back there. To whatever it is.. It was. I wish I knew what was so alluring about it. So, I would know why I am being drawn back to it. It's surely not a lack of sleep, because I am getting far more then what I normally do. I know, I am having a more active subconscious then I am accustomed to. Waking up panting, not knowing where I am, what day it is.. or unable to focus for what seems like an eternity. Yet, it's only a matter of minutes. Heart pounding as I awake, all those things.. I know my dreams have been intense. I have endure more in there, then I have awake.
So, maybe that's it.
Perhaps, I go back to possibly fight off.. or experience as much as I can. Those "Good Dreams" could lure me back in to comfort. The "Bad Dreams" could give me a false sense of accomplishment.
Either way..
The days out here, are boring.
I'll take my chances......
