three hours.

i awoke in a drenched hoodie.
a sweat ring lined the entire collar of it along with the t-shirt beneath.

my teeth hurt - like they had just been released from a tight, enduring grip or grind.
after all, they had been.

my chest was tight but slowly sinking back to normal.
my back, somewhat contorted and sore.

my vision was slightly blurred as i stumbled over to my laptop,
just like it had been warped in the dream.

maybe it was all the recent talk about drugs (and a lethal dose of vh1's celebrity rehab) which triggered my brain to fuck me and scare the dreaming shit out of me. CHRIST! i feared i had wet the bed - i checked. i didn't.

i remember in my dream saying that it had only been "3 hours" and I kept questioning how it was possible to do all the things I did in "3 hours."

"3 hours."

the part of this which freaks me out the most is that I went to bed around one and simply snapped out of a deep sleep at 4. It has only been 3 hours.


all i can say is that i just had the strangest [sounds juvenile, but it's the only word that can describe it] dream of my entire [adult] life.