Dreamless or Over-dreamed.

My head has been so thoroughly troubled lately that it rarely finds rest or clarity even in sleep. My usual strange solace, a sweet, solid block of dreams that sweeps me away in some astral thunderstorm... I wake up cleaned and so willing to write, to explore, and to love, it's nowhere to be found. The last few weeks have left my mind short-circuiting in sleep and handing me constant fragments of complicated, uneasy dreams that are so punctured with troubled waking that I sometimes don't realize the morning has come.