mood: tiredmusic: 'popplagid' by sigur ros

dreaming of gray skies and black cities, i wake with a start. across the street, a tan suv has just crashed into a lightpost. i watch as people start to gather, coming out from behind the filtered obscurity of the 3am fog.

i turn back over and close my eyes again. in mind there's a sharp little voice saying things like, 'stop, stop, stop, stop,' over and over again with no restraint. i try my best to sleep, but no sleep will come. beads of sweat break across my brow, and panic sets in. after all, what kind of normal human being hears voices over and over again?

slowly but eventually the voices cease to exist and my eyelids start to drop. drifting away, my life is complacent again. in the background the mangled jeep's cries for help give way to the technicolor slideshow of the inside of my eyelids. colors are washing over me like the tide coming in. and slowly the colors give way to the typical monotony of my dreams.

---Goei---