A big "FUCK YOU" to the man in red

Have you ever had a dream that you can remember perfectly until you go to tell someone; and at that point, it just faids so quickly, you wonder if it had ever really happend? That's what I am currently suffering from.

I awoke this morning to find only blackness. Not dark, becuause all I could see was black. It was early. I remembered my nightmare almost as if it's happend before. I have a feeling my dreams are returning, but that's not the point of my story. So, I went back to sleep, hoping to let the terror slide off of me. To ease the pain of sleep and life.

I think that people are forever stuck in a world in between sleep and life. That dazed feeling that we get once we wake up, never really goes away. My idea is that insomniacs are the only ones that are any where near to being awake, even though, they never really are. Just like in fight club. He just existed. Never asleep, never awake.

So, I woke up from my nightmare. It was of a man. I remembered his face compeatly and totaly, but now, it's not there. I'm not sure if I was ever correct in my ways of "seeing" him, but now, I'm positive I don't know him. However, there was a since of familiarity in him.

I went to sleep in hope of finding him; I didn't. I only found a lake, where I was snoopy/myself and I got to ride a jet skee. Mighty fun might I say, but the ocean was bigger when I had to sweem across it, than it was when I got to use the jet skee.

Then I woke; again. I remembered this one, and knew that whome ever it was I was looking for, wasn't there.


I'm sleeping and getting dreams that are all telling me something, but the things that they are telling me are being lost in trannslation, and I'm not getting the message. I want to know this man in the red coat. I want to see his face and know his story.

Sleep is the loneliest thing anyone will ever go through. we are isolated, and forced to look into ourselves, so we can find out how boring we are.