I don't dream anymore. Ever.

The last dream I had I woke up at 3 in the morning with The Night We Met playing so loudly in my head that I thought I had the radio on. I was waking up a lot at 3 in the morning during that time.

I have raging untreated mental illness and have no desire to get on meds because IDGAF and I'm not interested in helping myself. For what? Pff. No, thanks.

When I was a child, my dreams would be precognitive and got so disturbing at one point that I lost friends after telling one that someone in a red shirt was about to walk out of a class, and then did.

The most vivid dreams I've had in prison were of me dying from gunshots to the head. Three times I dreamed of it, but only remember one vaguely. I keep hearing that line from Mad World as I type this: I think it's kinda funny, I think it's kinda sad, the dreams in which I'm dying were the best I ever had.