|it is the stress that is tearing my mind and body apart
||[Feb. 16th, 2009|04:21 am]
שירן shiranne シラーン 冉施安
I've been having awful dreams lately. I wouldn't say they're like nightmares exactly because I think after a nightmare you're supposed to wake up frightened. I wake up disturbed, and mostly very ashamed. Somehow my dreams always involve me doing something horrible to someone I really care about.
Now it's almost 4:30 in the morning and I've had a very strange sort of night that was half special and amazing and half destructive and suffocating. So I'm not too excited about the concept of climbing into bed now, to destroy whatever is left of my Open Mic high, only to discover what my next regrettable dream-crime will be.
When I am with Vitaly the dreams are usually not so bad. But tonight I am in Tel Aviv, and he is in Haifa, and by the time I get there tomorrow we will both be hitting ourselves on the head with large Calculus textbooks (or something equally pathetic.) Where is our time to relax and smile and appreciate all the wonderful things we have?