I officially sleep worse on work nights. Thanks to dreaming, I spent the entire night anxious and worried about being late to drive myself to reprise of ninth grade for some fucking reason?? My options to school were a teeny tiny bridge with no guard rails over a large ravine/river, a vast and unmarked road that went endlessly in the wrong direction with no way to leave it, and an intersection shaped like a fucked up H that featured a sign begging for a four way stop but didn’t have one, so you were bombarded with people in every direction and were stuck with angry people piling up all around you as you tried to get out at a good time.

And then when I did get through it I couldn’t stop the car and all the prep I’d done kept vanishing - my socks, my boots, the clothes on an Ariel doll?, my phone - and I’d have to go back and get it again making me later and later

I also navigated this once in video game form with a pixel dude driving a horse carriage

I was wide awake at fucking 3 am and have been waking up hourly regardless

Also dreamed about befriending a man named Mr. Narita in a mall because he asked me about Audible for some reason. He’d written a book and gave me a copy with a nice note inside. His parents were named Susanne and Bernd and they lived in the same small town as my parents even though he was originally from Ohio.

A ghost behind a false window in an old couple’s kitchen. They’d never looked outside and realized the window couldn’t been seen on the outside of the house.

Some of the imagery was cool and I’m glad I met mr. Narita but I feel like I was entirely too conscious for this all

I’m exhausted.