Memoir's of an Insomniac.

I had a dream last night. Woke up in tears, shaking uncontrollably. To top it off I then had an anxiety attack. But it was just a dream, make believe, yes. The problem was it was so insanely realistic, and I can actually see the events already start to pan out. There’s absolutely nothing I can do to stop them. I’m glad that you can make the people that mean the most to me happy, cheer them up, make them laugh. I can not and I will not take that away from them, even if in turn it makes me miserable.