I had an incredibly vivid dream (at least I think it was). I was sitting here in my sofa as I suddenly felt awfully tired. Because of some strange impulse from deep inside of me I decided to die, so I stopped breathing and let death come to me. It was terrible and wonderful at the same time. Beyond that I don't remember anything, but I remember dreaming about this dream tonight. And actually I'm not sure if this dream of dying was a dream at all, or if all of it happened before falling asleep two days ago. The dream I had tonight was even more vivid, and I remember thinking everything looked so clear that if this were a dream I would be manic tomorrow. It was a dream but I am not manic. When I woke up, and was awake, I was so disoriented and fatigued that I moaned, but I didn't hear the sound of my own moaning.



Still in a bad place, sorry for not getting back to people.