My Bipolar Journal – Episode 210
I’m exhausted. Back to shitty dreaming I guess. Hi ho hi ho. All of my dreaming is so friggin’ vivid anymore that it feels like I haven’t slept at all when I get up. It’s nearly time for me to see the Pacific Ocean. I dream about that a lot for some reason. I mean… I want to see it, but it’s not like it consumes my day. For some reason it consumes my nights though. Something always goes wrong though in my dreams. Last night I kept trying to take pictures and nothing would turn out. My mode dial kept changing on its own after I had already changed it like a thousand times. I yelled at some guy for slapping my butt. I walked for miles and saw plays at odd little theaters built into cliff sides. There were famous people and my camera wouldn’t let me take pictures of them. And of all things a scorpion burrowed its way into my leg. I woke up with the sting still hurting my leg. I’m friggin’ completely tuckered out. It was a very busy night and I have a long night ahead of me in which I want to have more energy than this for. I want to dance and rock and make sweet love to music and my camera tonight. It will be grand… if I can only drag myself off the couch.
What’s even weirder is that even when the dream goes wrong I wake up ready to go back to sleep. I hope maybe I can make up for my lack of sleep while I was actually sleeping. Growl. Where can I get one of those five hour energy things. I think I need 3 of them.
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