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[fredericks]

The final dream I can recall from last night was unusual, and has left me slightly troubled even now, some 12 hours later. The dream wasn't an event, just a feeling. I cannot recall having a dream that didn't have some sort of plot, nonsensical or realistic. I just remember clearly thinking "I can't do this anymore" - "this" being something cyclical, something that I've been engaging in over and over again. I think it was life. Living. And I was so weary. That's the one clear thing I can recall, and the strongest thing I felt one waking. I was tired as all hell, and I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay unconscious. When I did resign myself to the fact that I was going to have to wake up and stay up, I felt so distraught I really wanted to cry.

I guess I've been more out-of-sorts over my current life situation than I thought.