This is me trying not to let sleep take over. I am suppose to be finishing some work but internally I am battling with the idea of sleep and my warm bed.
I think back to days where I could stay up all night then rest my head for 20 minutes and still be able to take on the day. Now my eyes get heavy and I think of all the dreams I can be having.
I have recently become quite a dreamer, a dreamer of the most outrageous things.
I think the new found stress of trying to be a grown up and handle a career that I am slowly building is what is making my brain act out like it is. All these weird signals, pictures, interactions during the day get interpreted in the weirdest ways in my dreams.
I like to believe that there is another world I have created for myself in my head and the more stressful it becomes in real life, the more I retreat to my bizzaro world. I understand if this is coming off completely wacko but as children we are encouraged to dream and then somehow as adults we are suppose to abandon the habit? Day dreaming is how I get through the day, it's the train I board when everything else seems to be turning up shit. I, like Rosanne write a different ending to my stories and I would like to think that it is acceptable to do so.
"There is a small cave in my brain where I have stored you away"
In other news I have purchased yet another Douglas Coupland book: Player One and hope to finish this along with two other books this month. You see I have racked up quite a collection of unread books in my bookshelf and to remedy this I have promised myself not to buy anymore books until I read at least 3 books I own. Genius right?
