I do this when I’m having a nightmare. I also do it when I’m having a good dream.

I yell to myself, ‘wake up!’

I’ve been like that ever since I was a little boy. I can’t help it. I have become too practical, too attached to fucking reality that I can’t enjoy a few seconds of pure imagination. It doesn’t matter whether it’s soothing or devastating. During, I know that once I feel that shock coming, I will force myself to wake up.

Funny how you realize how much you love someone only when you’re asleep. Your guards are off, and your emotions have no borders.
Everything is possible.

You have no control… except right at the end, when your mind can’t take it anymore. Maybe that’s why some people roll off their beds when they’re having a nightmare. The body’s act of revolution against what’s not standard.
I never roll off. I just yell to myself ‘Wake up’… and I do. I know what I need and what I don’t need.
I need reality.

It’s like when you feel a new pain emerging out of a side of a tooth and your mind refuses to look at that new potential tooth cavity in a mirror fearing that your perfection could be declining. Let the pain be as long as I'm OK.

My primal fear is that one day I will scream it out when I’m having a nightmare… and I won’t get up.