I had one of those mornings again. I was dreaming that I fell off of this impossibly high cliff in the middle of the Himalayas and woke myself up scared shitless. A fell back asleep soon enough. 5 minutes later I start dreaming of leaning over that same damn cliff and falling off again. This same scenario continues a few times until I finally get myself out of bed and start up my day. The shit of it all is that I remembered the dream pretty well. So when I was getting ready or just showering I replayed the very same dream in all it's ferocious acrophobia and I felt nothing. Somehow being in that state of near sleep actually affects my mentality. Pfff! We already knew that. I realize as I read how much this entry sucks. Have a super duper day people.