A fresh dream on two pain pills. I’ve always loved that I can remember my dreams. The sleeping kind.

ew paisley would be a nightmare for me! lol. You found one tough momma in her bleary-eyed moment of weakness, but she withstood your yelling, as if she belonged there. It was you who had to wait in the end. Most of my dreams are like that. No endings. Just obstacles or waiting, because life isn’t over yet.

Is “drug” a word in that context? Should it not be **dragged?

It feels like a drug-induced fever dream. Patchy, I can feel the dream. There’s a haze at the peripheral of my vision and all is fuzzy but then some parts are sharp as a knife.