I'm not getting enough sleep... there's a mild physical breakdown begining to happen. but thats not important. none of it is. its a outshadowed by the real that is light that is the dream. I was reading a mind fuck yesterday. at a point I had to stop to think who is this are they real and who am i? its all starting to crush in a wee bit.... like the pressure is slowly building hairline cracks that never seem to go away. kinda like too much oxygen. over 150% pure can kill you. and thats only 133ish feet.... I feel like I'm miles below with only the single breath left in the tank.

... 2 hours max.... its just not enough when you get down to it...

but in the end the rest of the story must go on. even if the character stops to think, everything else keeps revolving in its off kilter orbit, headed only someone else knows...

Edit: Trippy dreams... which should not be put up as I am told by others...