I wasn't ready.

Had a dream, seemed more like a choice.


I dreamed I was at my apartment, hella drowsy from taking my painkillers that I'm on, and my brother asked me to pick him up. I felt frustrated/frightened because I didn't want to leave my brother hanging, but I didn't think I would be capable of driving. I realized at this point that I wasn't at my apartment, but instead still on the couch at my parents. I saw my brother appear in front of me out of the shadows. I didn't want to move because of fear, but I went to kick him to see if he was real. At this point I realized that if I didn't wake up from this dream right now, I would die and be forced into another life.



I wasn't ready.



Just writing this, I saw a squiggly light flash onto the wall next to me. I'm delusional atm.....

I can't wait for morning. I'm sweating and Not sure I trust myself.


I can't even sleep this bad night off.