It was a recurrence of the one I already described earlier. I don't know why I keep having it, but I wish it would stop. I woke up covered in sweat and had to change my sheets and take a shower, which is pretty damn inconvenient at four in the morning.
I've always been an extra vivid dreamer, and most of the time I don't understand it's a dream until I wake up. This makes things more traumatic when they're bad, but also more wonderful when they're good.....I guess it's like most things in life, which tend to be blessings and curses wrapped up together and indiscriminate.....still, that one is bad.
Really, really bad.
You might as well ask why the chicken ever WANTED to cross the road in the first place.....why do we fall in love with the wrong kind of person over and over? I KNEW it was a bad idea, but I did it anyway.....now I have to find my balance again. The weight of one person, however, is much less to steady than two. I don't mind being alone, but it does take a bit to regain yourself after a separation. It's a lot like walking a tightrope, actually.....sometimes you fall, and sometimes you right yourself. Either way, it never seems to scare you enough to keep off that wire:)
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