My dreams are thick and heavy, like drowning in syrup- or blood.

I cannot tell them from reality at times because the emotions they evoke have been so life-like, though the sensation of dreaming still has a dizzy detached quality. Sometimes life feels like that, though, if one is sick or tired or otherwise uninterested in living. A perception pathos...

I have to fight to regain awareness. It's exhausting dreaming like this.

I wish I could paint what I dream. The images, though sometimes terrible, are always striking. The colors are vivid. They brand themselves in my mind, but I know not from whence they come.