Vivid

Lately my dreams have been nothing but intense, which, coupled with minor insomnia, is starting to do a number on me during the day. Last night I dreamt that my own brother had cut off my dreads in exchange for money. I can still see myself running my hands through a patchy chop of hair. I felt absolutely livid, and that doesn't make for a restful sleep. This morning I woke up to a splitting headache, and an already sour mood on my mind. A good nights sleep makes a world of difference; I wish I could have one more often. An eight hour shift at work is the last thing I need now.

EZ.