sweet dreams are made of these

I like dreams. Most of the time, it's a nice place to be. I can wake up feeling a little better, knowing that I escaped to somewhere else. If the system let me check in, I would.

But it's not very nice when all you get recently are dreams of the more disturbing variety. If I believed the interpretations, then it's true; I'm losing my mind.

Judging by the things that I've had to deal with when I'm awake, that can't be too far off the mark.

I guess that's life. In the midst of holding on, keeping it together and staying up all nite in the name of advertising, I'm thankful. At least tonight I like reality a little more.