Fast awake, wide asleep

I’ve been dreaming so much lately. I’ve been going to bed with a happy anticipation of seeing brand new friends ‘again’. Memories of these dreams are intertwined with memories of real-life events. Waking is much the same. I don’t know where I am anymore. I don’t know who I am. Is that bad?

Running scared

1:30am, drifting back and forth between this world and the other one, I'm suddenly acutely aware that I am going to die, and I have 40 or so years, tops, to accomplish everything I want to do. This happens a lot, that flash of urgent panic that accompanies an unexpected, clear grasp of mortality. Must sleep, I am going to die, I have a world of things to do.