dreammares so fucking lost and i dreamt of serial killers again last night. that doesn't worry me. the serial killings seem normal, everyday, not frightening in any way. now that should worry me. but it doesn't. 020210 ... reitoei nightmares are always so commonplace and ordinary in the light of day. simple objects twisted under night's gaze to some bizzare terrifying fantasy from which you wake screaming and sweating begging to escape what your mind subjects you to. and then your heart stops pounding the sweat dries off you look around the pitch blackness of the room and wonder if waking is really any better and drift off to sleep begging for the dream again. i used to dream of sand. it was terrifying and so strange. the texture. i wonder what that means? 020210 what's it to you? who go blather from