The entire weekend I stayed inside and didn't see anyone except my gee-eff. All we did was eat and sleep with a little bit of video games in there.
During my sleeps I kept hitting that point of conciousness where you're dreaming while awake at the same time. Everything makes sense to you because you're in dream mode. When you talk to whoever is near you what you're saying is complete craziness, but to you, it makes perfect sense. I like it, most of the time it's really funny and I write it down in my sleep. When I look at it the next day it never makes sense.
I was woken after 2 hours of sleep on Friday. For some reason I thought I killed a man. I was totally convinced that I had killed someone. It took an hour to go away. The image I saw in my dream that made me think this was a white sculpture with black wire slicing through the hips on either side.
