Sunday, January 3, 2010
A tad too much
I woke up this morning from one too many dreams.
Chaos. Hostages. Suicide bomber. A freezing ocean. A yatch. A break dancing competition. Saw people from 3 years ago. A child burning a match. An old lady. I was running away. My shoes were dirty. My shoelaces were undone.
I woke up. The last thing I'd told my friend before I slept was "I need to sleep. My mind needs to stop thinking."
I believe my mind's overheating - the stories, writing and thinking about floorball, frisbee, soccer, the sweet distractions.
I then took a deep breath and slowly made my way back to the day when it all began.