So I fell asleep for like an hour and had the scariest, most metaphoric dream of my life.
I was diving inside my brain (weird I know) and all these happy memories were playing (like the home videos in movies) and all of a sudden these black figures appear and cut off my oxygen supply and I was drowning in all my bad memories.
I woke up like the stereotype for bad dreams. Flung upright gasping for air. The perfect metaphor for the chaos in my mind layed out in front of me in the form of a bad dream. I’m officially scared of my own mind.