Another

Another night, another dream, and it is disturbing the frequency which these now have. There is yelling in these. It's never as loud as yelling is in real life. My temper is always magnified 100-fold. It is after all a dream, and perhpas one of ther better outlets for the hurt I do not want to feel. But even if that, were I being honest, I would have to admit that I am hurt. Again frustration boils to dream violence and violence to a sense of satisfaction. I want to see suffering. I want to see agony, in as much as I have felt it I wish to know it is doubled or tripled in reality.

Or maybe I just shouldn't eat pasta for dinner that late anymore.

I also have a cough. Been doing the anti-histamines and advil again. Feels like the flu, but things have been busy at work so I haven't had as much of a chance to rest as I'd like. Going in a little bit early today to move some equipment.

I want not to dream.