Dream On

Dreams are insanely powerful.

That is the central idea that I want to express via Event Horizon.

But until then, man, what a ride.

My alarm went off at 7:20 this morning, to which I awoke depressed, miserable, and not wanting to touch my day (read: last night's post).

Apparently I didn't make it, however, and I drifted back to sleep for about twenty minutes. What a difference that time makes. Somewhere in the half-conscious state between sleeping and alertness, I had a dream, one of which I remember every detail incredibly well. Despite featuring one of my least-favorite persons in the world, the dream was amazing - more influential on me that anything in the past few weeks has been. It moved me in ways I can't begin to describe, and I'm having a wonderful day at this point, not more than forty minutes removed from originally waking up feeling like crap.

I might have to sleep in a bit more. B3 out.