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.

2 comments:

Joemill said...

That's exactly the result of wanting to stop for awhile and drop everything. I've been there bro.

marzuki said...

haha! I hope the dream's temporary. yeah ure right. I feel like stopping for a while and drop everything.