anxiety

killer whales haunt my dreams. how retarded can dreams get. they want to eat me.

sleep doesn't equate to rest anymore. sleep is another night of anxiety. another night running down corridors in blind panic and getting lost in buildings. another night of being afraid that any moment the stingrays will attack me. another bus accident. another night of pulling dying people out of the wreckage. another night of lost hopes.

I want to go to church. some non frivolous mass with Latin hymns and serious prayer.