A lot of times I remember my dreams and wish I had not. Mine are bizarre and unsettling at the best and terrifying at the worse. Many times they are repetitive. Those, I think, are the worse. I feel as if I should be gleaming some important information from them, but can’t quite grasp it.
And until recently I never dreamed about people I knew or had ever seen. Now some of my family members have been sneaking in, hiding in the house that has no end, going from room to room, never knowing what you are looking for.
I wish they would leave me refreshed, but they don’t I feel tired and drained after some of them, leaving me wondering which is the real world. And when they go on for too long, I don’t even want to fall asleep.