Does it ever feel like when you dream, you aren’t getting any sleep? Like you wake up and you just lived a whole life in a different reality and now you have to do it again in the real world? I have become exhausted by dreams, it’s too taxing. I need my sleep hours to be a knock-out level of sleep where I can truly rest from the day— I don’t need an escape. Last night I dreamt I was on a road trip with my parents and after our car broke down on the San Francisco bridge, we had to hitch a ride with a group of mormons on their mission to spread Mormonism, or something like that. I remember my little sister having a crush on one of the mormon boys and we had to spend most of the road trip keeping them apart. Doesn’t that sound exhausting? I don’t need something more to stress or think about, even if it good. I want rest! Please, why won’t my brain shut off for at least six hours! Instead of exposing what are certainly troubling but could be catastrophic actionable tendencies in my makeup.
Monday, Apr 6, 2026
