Dreams...

My life is waiting. I'm not waiting, I'm stuck. My life is waiting.

I'm in a place where all I can do is cry out for help like a child and hope that someone will come back. Will anyone? Do I deserve anything like this? Nope. I'm dead.

I think terrible, terrible dreams are good things. Only if they haven't come true. But they can be great things. I had one a couple days ago and I woke up in confusion and sadness, trying to reflect on what had just happened and why. And hoping that I could prevent what happened in my soul at that one pivotal moment in the dream. I still don't know whether I can or not, but I'm thinking about it and what I could do.