“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
I don’t think I will ever fully comprehend how my mind works. Complicated doesn’t even begin to describe the baffling organ that is the brain. Have you ever recalled something from the depths of your mind, then have to actually take a minute or two to figure out if it really happened or it was just a dream? My dreams and reality are so hard to differentiate right now, and it actually, genuinely frightens me how strongly my dreams affect me when I wake up and walk through my daily life. I imagine it to be like this: when I’m asleep, my subconscious stretches out a menacing claw out of its right side and starts to dig up past memories and feelings, while its left side is a paintbrush, smearing figments of dreams that are so closely related to reality that my conscious being always fails to recognise reality from dreams and vice versa.
By now, I have no idea what I’m writing about. It’s 12:36AM and lately I’ve been running on a tight-knit schedule that I grab every chance of slumber I can at night; but since it’s the weekend tomorrow, I’ve allowed myself to stay up to roam the cyberworld which I have ignored for the past few days. Needless to say, my body is incredibly grumpy about this decision and it is now grumbling at me, telling me to hurry up and finish this post so it can get some rest on the scheduled time which is not later than midnight.
I still have no idea what I’m writing about. Right, good night Earthlings.