Nightmare Fodder 2.0

I have been having a really hard time getting my brain into a space where it feels comfortable allowing itself to drift off into the ethers of a healthy 7-8 hours of sleep. When all is calm and I'm left with only the vague silence that becomes Basinski's "Watermusic" and thoughts at the close of the day, my mind finds itself shattered once I do transcend the buzz and hum of whatever appliance or lighting fixture that has been wrongfully installed or conceptually flawed, I find myself in an undesirable place.

I have had more horrific dreams in the last month than I have in the last year. It's always something very personal but at the same time perpetually veiled by an eerie silence and dusk that usually serves to intensify the matter.

My 7 hours are usually punctuated by tosses and turns thus turing my actual sleep schedule into a sort of to be continued set of puzzling revelations and 10 minute staring contests with blackest cavity of my room.

I don't really know what most of this means, to be honest I don't even know why of all things I felt the need to share this, but in any case I did so here it is.