These dreams. Every night they come and go, but they haunt me throughout the day. Visions. Prophecies. Different people every night.. sometimes ones I know, sometimes ones I don’t. The things they do. The things I do. The things I see. And worse yet, she hears me talking to them in my sleep. Sometimes I remember what I said to them, other times I can’t. I think that’s what scares me the most. Who is talking to them, if it is not me? My id or someone else?
Surely it’s poor sleeping habits. Maybe less phone before bed, or a change of TV shows and books. Maybe that’ll clear things up. But still.. it doesn’t answer the underlying question. Who am I without restaint?