My dreams have been uncharacteristically silent for the last few days.

I just… haven’t had any.

It’s been strange; I’ve had so many nights of traumatic, horrible nightmares. And now, there’s nothing.
I would have expected to have even more, terrible dreams since the accident, but it’s been radio silence since.

Despite how awful they can be, I rely on my dreams pretty heavily. Within the wicked madness, I can usually find some bit of insight that I am supposed to take with me.
I sort of feel like I’m in a void right now.

Not that I want the terror back soon, but I’d really like more than darkness.
I want a good dream.
A happy dream.

::sigh::

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