Last night, I had multiple bad dreams – the kind that leave a lingering darkness and that force you out of bed, because you’re too afraid to fall back asleep.
So, I got up and faced this hurt that came from imaginary events. I wasn’t going to let a false reality affect my happiness in the real one.
I listened to The Decemberists, Neil Young, Band of Horses, and Sleeping At Last. I took out the tablet, and did some drawing.
Smothering my feelings and worries with logic works sometimes, and other times, I feel like I’m pillow fighting with a grizzly bear. I feel helpless. Sometimes the things that help the most are music and art, the things that make me feel alive, the things that God uses to remind me who I am.
The results of a 5:42 AM stand against the dream world.